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Our Terrible Life

by Joan Serratelli

All I hear
out of your mouth
is how bad life is
how terrible things are
how we have no money
and live in the wrong place

Then I start crying
and you yell at me
I don't care that
we have no money
and live in a smaller home

All I care about
is you and me
and our life together
that's enough for me
but apparently
not enough for you

So next time you
see me cry
don't even ask why
it's not over money
our car or our home
it's something you care
so little about;
our life together
silly me, all I thought
we needed was us

05/21/2006

Posted on 05/21/2006
Copyright © 2021 Joan Serratelli

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kelvin Tan on 05/21/06 at 08:34 PM

Joan, I've often wondered myself (and alot recently..), what is real? Is money real? Is the work that we spend so much of our waking hours doing real? I don't have an answer. But I do know for me, my friends are real. Love is real, if sometimes brief.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/23/06 at 02:43 AM

This brings back painful memories. Sadly, to a certain degree, money does buy happiness.

Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 05/23/06 at 03:34 AM

It is so sad when love is not enough, or when you cannot love enough for two...you have penned powerful emotion that many can relate to and I hope you find release in your words. smh

Posted by Julie Adams on 05/23/06 at 04:50 PM

your words herein contain a slice of life, the moment when tears can be mistaken for what never was rather that what is--love--overlooked...sad but a most precious moment of realization...thanks for conveying this in your special way...you too are precious, all the best, *jewels*

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