for all the Miss Havershams

For all you good ladies
who seem to have never loved
or felt passion
for the beast called man
who has let you down
left you in the lurch
with good children to look after
wear your brouges
wrap that shawl around your frail sholders
worrying about the gas fire
and how you will pay the bills
and know
that this man
understands
the sunshine
you desire
for i am the same