She wed a man who built a box
And kept her lock and key
She cooked his meals and darned his socks
And gave her love for free
She lived her life inside the box
With not a thought astray
She didn't draw outside the lines
Or seem to think that way
So when he died she followed suit
There were no friends around
Her boxed up life had boxed her in
And locked her in the ground
A very sad situation....only half a life.very well described.
Smile.. it is the cheapest facelift.
hi, terry, this is the 2nd poem of yours that i have read. and i've felt compelled to comment both times. you are very talented. this poem is rings so true for so many lives in this day. you expressed it very well. thanks.
hhhmmm... yes indeed, a sad and painful poem on abuse... What struck me here?? I must say, the rhyming words, and also the feelings provoked and hinted behind the lines. Meaningful,truthful and painful... great one again, terry~! Smilesz. thanxs for informing and sharing with me.~! Hope u like my Ancient newbies tis week !