What’s wrong, girl
Is life getting you down
The burden of it all
Not like the old days when life was easy
We had it all
Now it’s all responsibility
Work and sleep
Do you know something
I can't remember the last time I saw you naked
Can’t remember the last time we had fun
Why don't we have a weekend away
What do you say
Life's too short to work it all away
What do you say
Let's just do it
Get away
It really is peaceful here
You chose well
Brought your favourite flowers
If I’m not too busy
I’ll pop back next week
Clean your headstone
Maybe the week after
Too much on next week
Do you know
Someday I’m just going to give it up
This is no kind of life
Can’t remember the last time I saw you
Did we have fun
That weekend
You went away
I was working.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
A poem that starts out amorous then takes a dark turn. It is a poem of reflection on a past and how one should take advantage while there is time. Well done Paul
Yeah, you have to make time before it goes.
So right Paul
well written. Your poem revolves around the emotional distance in relationships, the passage of time, and the importance of making time for meaningful connections before it’s too late.
Now he strokes the clock they gave him when he retired.
"Clean your headstone" was a piece of detail I could have done without... No room for redemption or resolution after that.
For too many folks life don't half grind 'em down....
Life is a bit 24/7 these days.
Probably why couples are ships in the night now.
Got that right.
Paul...this hit me hard. The turn caught me completely off guard, and suddenly every question before it carried a different weight. Heartbreaking piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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