It is none of your concern
She bellowed when asked
What had really happened
To cause such a break-up

That her spirit was broken
Was obvious to one and all
Yet she tried to hold up well
As well as she really could

She could be heard sniffing
When no one was around
In her small proud world
Women cried under cover

Several years later she did
Decide to write her memoirs
Grey haired and still alone
Her story was told honestly

The man she loved was a hoax
He had married several others
On false pretenses, she discovered
Just before she could tie the knot

He showed absolutely no remorse
Just threatened to blackmail her
If she so much as breathed a word
About him or his colourful past

The only way she could avoid
Providing grist for the gossip mill
Was to be curt with anyone
Who questioned her break-up!!