The Large Comfy Chair...
Who is the man that I see over there?
the one that is glued to the large comfy chair.
With clicker in hand he sits day and night
searching for movies in dull black and white.
...
She's seeing it now; didn't see it before.
He thinks of himself; her less and him more.
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.
.
.
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His focus is money - the savings - the cost
but not a thought's given to what he has lost.
Those closest to him just think he's a grouch...
the man that is glued to the large comfy couch.
..
She's seeing it now; didn't see it before.
He thinks of himself; her less and him more.
...
She keeps herself busy doing this, doing that;
doesn't bother to ask why he doesn't chat.
He gets out of the car and walks quickly ahead
not a backward glance at the woman he wed.
...
She's seeing it now; didn't see it before.
He thinks of himself; her less and him more.
...
"It doesn't matter" she muses as she closes her heart.
Her love's been ingrained even though they're apart.
He'll still be my man; that one over there
The one that is glued to the large comfy chair.
...
Yet she's seeing it now; and she's seen it before
He thinks of himself; her less and him more.
1 comment:
Wow, loved that poem. i assume you wrote it? Good blog Sheila, keep it up I really enjoy reading it.
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