shall I rise when I wake
slip from covers
to slippers
do more than pee?
gather my robe
tie the knot
leave Barb
to slap the snooze?
I've wasted half my life's
weekends sleeping late,
choosing to dream
over my dreams.
-dp-
11-26-11
1 comment:
This was the first poem I had written after twenty-five years of marriage. It was rather prophetic and an inspiration as I left her and began my eventual downfall three years later. The divorce is still not finalized, even after spending over $35,000 for lawyers to make it so. Don't get me started...
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