(This is a fictional poem)

When I started losing my hair, my wife was appalled.
She walked out the door just because I'm going bald.
I was a good husband for over ten years.
Our vows meant nothing to her or she'd still be here.
I worshipped the ground she walked upon and I treated her like a queen.
She left me here alone to raise two kids and that was pretty mean.
When we needed her the most, she decided to leave.
I thought she was a great woman when I married her but I guess that I'm easily deceived.