For years now, my rooms have been filled with
Steps - my wife wanders there,
And gives me a painful service,
When I am sometimes pleasing.
Oh, my faithful one, how sharp your character is!
Gleaming with an iron compass,
How coldly you close the circle, miss,
Not heeding useless excuses.
You have hung on me a bunch of mortgages,
The strict motives of your scandals,
And - wise one - you milk my success
Non-stop, while I am still mobile.
Someday - from tears, from darkness,
From the poor pressure in vain
The beautiful features of our acquaintance
Will appear and dissolve again.
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Author:
Ksey_Gan (
Offline) - Published: March 1st, 2025 15:28
- Category: Family
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Comments3
After years of being together things become like this. A write of an older man, maybe a little younger than me. Well written with great images and metaphor. Nicely written.
Very well written and honest. I can’t tell you how relatable this is to a man of marriage of 34 years!
Sad fact of life many end up like this, touching but accurate read, nicely expressed
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