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Eggs He Ate Thinking, Life Is Just Not F
 
Eggs He Ate Thinking, Life Is Just Not Fair

When high noon rays waken a sleeping man
window's glare never thought into his plan
just another problem in a broken life
blends with misery since he lost his wife.

With angry scowl, rises to pull the shade
thinking damn that bright sun that God hath made
then stomach cries feed me you lazy bum
be quick about it, do not act so dumb.

Into kitchen, dirty dishes and all
once it was spotless, before Love's great fall
there by the table lay her wedding ring
bitter broken memory, great the sting.

Yet noonday sun, its rays having no care
Eggs he ate thinking, Life is just not fair.

R.J. Lindley, 7-08- 1976
Sonnet, ( Divorce, Waking To Its Sad Aftermath )

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New Note:
Decades flown on by, memory that still haunts,
midnight echoes into noonday sun, sadly and badly
still this soul, cry out hello, just to hiss and taunt....

Copyright Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

By robertjlindley

© 2019 robertjlindley (All rights reserved)

 

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