Who is Free and who is Not?
What is Joy and what is Rot?
Sometimes these notions intertwine
Like what is Yours and what is Mine.
I wanted You, You desired me
So much we plainly failed to see
That this would bring Catastrophe.
Who loved once and who loved twice?
Where is the wedding cake and rice?
I looked so stunning dressed in white
Oblivious to our Future plight.
The Children came, Interest was Lost
A nuptial Bed covered in Frost
I thought of Romance and You its Cost.
Who is True and who is Fake?
Where is the salad and where's the steak?
The Passion becomes a Life of Rote
For which there is no Antidote.
Some say its silly to despise
A Life of mindless Compromise
I'd choose Demise if it were Wise.
Who is Right and who is Wrong?
What is Woe and what is Song?
Such Hypocrisy is Undeserved
When Stars were once for Us reserved.
The Cynosure up high is no Source
To Set this Marriage on its Course
As we Navigate the choppy seas of Divorce.
Oh, and just in case you're wondering I only finished it off with divorce because it rhymed with "source" and "course". The truth is "divorce" is just as much a worthless piece of paper as "marriage" itself. The only real solution is to grin and bear it and to pay the price of our choices like responsible adults. It's all about choices, isn't it?
HAVE YOU BEEN BURNT BY THE SUN? CLICK HERE TO LISTEN TO THE PAIN... I especially like the reference to the PROZAC COCOON...
3 comments:
I will admit that this post made me sad. I can feel your discord. As in lack of harmony. *sigh* However, you are right about marriage; it is a choice that is made daily.
On another note, I know from your lack of comments that my recent award on crushes, and the tangent it has taken me on, is not your cuppa tea. I suspected that might be the case. I promise this will last no longer than a week, and then it will be back to normal. Although, today is HERE'S TO YOU THURSDAY. I do have footage for you. Trying to decide whether or no to use it since I tagged you last week. I guess you will have to drop in and see...
Oh, Robin...this is just a poem...but then again, so is life itself...a twisting winding poem...
That's a wondersful poem,in every sense of that word, because it's true,and life is a poem, can you even imagine life as poetry like I do ?
Thank you I enjoyed your sense of humor too.
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