Open Poetry #5 |
The Nerve To Quit |
John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas |
I walked out of the office- Heard the slamming door behind. I’m so glad to have it over... Something else that’s off my mind. Sixteen years of drudgery- I’m sick and tired of it.... I finally had a belly full And found the nerve to quit. No more punching time clocks No more nine to five. No more city traffic jams- Nor taking turns to drive. No more secretaries- With their endless tales of woe.. I finally found the nerve to quit, And now it’s time to go. Walk into the living room- Something isn’t right. .Normally it’s world War Three Tonight it’s mighty quiet. Breakfast dishes in the sink- The bed is still unmade... I can’t imagine what it means, But now I feel afraid. I find it on my bedside stand One tiny folded note, I take it in my trembling hand And this all she wrote: I’m tired of waiting up for you- I’m tired of all the fights- That you bring home from the office Almost every night. I’ve stood it now for twenty years- I’m sick and tired of it... A life of arguments and tears... I’ve found the nerve to quit. Visit My Home Page http://www.geocities.com/montcogunslinger/HomePage.html |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Wow, Gunslinger. I like the way you've constructed this and the irony is just so sad. Enjoyed the read! |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Can't believe her timing. You tell it so well. I always enjoy your tales Liz |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
They sure had their timing out of sync! Great read, Gunslinger! Denise |
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