It finally went down the drain,
leaving me wreathing in pain;
The fruit of the pill was finally borne,
the only part of you within me was now gone;
I would have lived with it all my life,
but alas! you already had a wife.
Wonder why is it always the woman to bear,
the pain, the hurt, the despair;
A man can decide to stay or move on,
the woman however must bravely carry on;
I would have happily carried on too,
but then you had other women to woo.