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 ( -- Saturday, March 3 2007, 08:46 pm

so true

We cannot thrive when people don't listen to our needs. Thank you for sharing this thought provoking poem.
barb ( -- Sunday, March 4 2007, 05:38 pm


Thanks cap, can you tell I was thinking again about
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