Author: Barbara Goodhew
When saying things I disliked,
They merely went through like s spike.
You wondered why we divorced,
You gave me no choice.
Never listening or respecting to what I say.
Everything had to be your way.
If only you listened to what I disliked,
We would still be together.
Listening to that brown bottle,
Meant more to you.
Sad that the bottle,turned you into a self
centered guy .
Next time listen to your wife,
You'll have a happier life.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Capricorn (220.127.116.11) -- Saturday, March 3 2007, 08:46 pm|
We cannot thrive when people don't listen to our needs. Thank you for sharing this thought provoking poem.
|barb (18.104.22.168) -- Sunday, March 4 2007, 05:38 pm|
Thanks cap, can you tell I was thinking again about memories.lol
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