Another day in the life of a nobody's wife.
Nobody there to get in my hair.
Not to be nagged by a.n.other.
No-one to tell me what I can do.
My money only my own can be.
Arguing with myself.
A pointless exercise.
Only exercise I get these days.
Is that I power with my pen.
Over the years became rather wise.
And yet again tell myself,
I love that being free.
I tell you too but, is it true?
If million more years fly by.
You know I'll still be me!
I still have a lonely bed.
No hand to hold.
A heart not cold.
A zany head.
Thank you my friend, I love that equation.
Once again I descend on work.
Comes across several more needy folk.
Feeling sore.
A belly ache or back ache.
Doc and I will put the world to rights.
For now how ever,
What ever the weather.
A trip up the road,where things stay the same.
Where nobodies wife gives nobody pain.
Hurts myself not again, I only give myself no more.
Guess what my friend, I miss it!
By ladylivvi1
© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
Another day in the life of a nobody's wife.
Nobody there to get in my hair.
Not to be nagged by a.n.other.
No-one to tell me what I can do.
My money only my own can be.
Arguing with myself.
A pointless exercise.
Only exercise I get these days.
Is that I power with my pen.
Over the years became rather wise.
And yet again tell myself,
I love that being free.
I tell you too but, is it true?
If million more years fly by.
You know I'll still be me!
I still have a lonely bed.
No hand to hold.
A heart not cold.
A zany head.
Thank you my friend, I love that equation.
Once again I descend on work.
Comes across several more needy folk.
Feeling sore.
A belly ache or back ache.
Doc and I will put the world to rights.
For now how ever,
What ever the weather.
A trip up the road,where things stay the same.
Where nobodies wife gives nobody pain.
Hurts myself not again, I only give myself no more.
Guess what my friend, I miss it!
By ladylivvi1
© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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