In my teens I guess, it was my mother’s,
as I got baptized, in the wrong church.
In my early twenties, probably my Gran,
as I married a city girl, who kicked with the other foot.
In my mid thirties- an all grown up- it was my wife,
as finally I just had to tell her I was gay.
In my forties it was my friend and colleague,
as sadly I had to have her sacked.
I’m no misogynist… just a man.
Who has had his heart broken too, by other men!