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Calling It A Day
by Joan SerratelliI think it's time
we called it a day
we have nothing left
except the fighing
(the thing we do best)
We no longer
want the same things
we live separate lives
in separate rooms
We gave it our best
it just wasn't to be
we've drifted apart
and cannot find our way back
I will always love you
but I can no longer be
what you want
I'm too old to be controlled
I want to be free
to do what I want
without permission
to simply be me without apology 07/05/2007 Author's Note: I think this is self explanitory :-(
Posted on 07/05/2007
Copyright © 2024 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 07/05/07 at 08:02 AM This one brings up my own memories of the death of my first marriage and a woman I almost married. Sometimes, it is not meant to be and you write ot so well in this tearful piece that got my heartstrings pulled! Good luck and remember, this too shall pass... |
| Posted by Tony Young on 07/08/07 at 10:42 PM WOW, SINATRA never sung this one, brilliant brilliant.... |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 07/09/07 at 05:04 PM oh, so well written. i, too, have been there and done that. hugs and prayers, my dear. |
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