I was sometimes quite amusing
Was the only praise she said
For eight years worth of sharing
The same old double bed
For all I gave of loving
That’s scant love to be fed
Perhaps she’ll be forthcoming
After I am dead.
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Author:
Jabberwocky (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Bits of flotsam and jetsam sometimes strike my hull and I write a poem before they sink into the depths.
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Comments2
Really like the form of this poem, it so suits the message. Crisp, honest, . simple and succinct.
What else is there to say!
Hope despite this, you're well.
Emotive write Jabberwocky.
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