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December 19, 2013

Let me know what you think of this slightly avant-garde poem. 🙂

Starting out in my youthful bloom
I had but a plate, and bowl, and spoon.
I paid my dues
I made my way
I worked so hard to scrimp and save
Greedy for all of life’s wonderful wastes
I married a man too quickly in haste
We acquired together all means as to whether
To weather the troubling storm.
A home with heavy door—
To prevent the wind and cold…
But these things—
–got old.
Finally I could see
so different were we (and I guess it could’ve just been me)
When even all of our fanciful things
Couldn’t bring happiness, or an absence of pain.
To this lackluster life, his abundant disdain.
So I left—pulled the plug—called it quits…
Get the drift?
Four years followed, with court trials endless
Broke (not broken); and never friendless!
Back to the start, Complete with my heart—
Finally at peace, in my small rented room
Grateful at last, for plate cup and spoon.

One Comment leave one →
  1. December 20, 2013 4:14 pm

    As always…our creative, winsom DEB! Love you!

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