Long days, longer nights
Tired of angry, bitter fights
How can those who profess to love
Devolve to naught but push and shove?
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We thought to grow together
Instead, we grew apart
Thought to be a single joined soul
Now each day a newly broken heart
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We have sought counselling
To try to save what appears to be dead
We continue to sleep next to each other
Whilst each morning's awakening we dread
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What of the children, innocent yet hurt
Caught in the middle of an ongoing fight
No understanding of why mom and dad
No longer read them a story together each night
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Does it help them to live in an unhappy home
With an atmosphere thick with tension
Parents going through the motions
Trying, not succeeding, to hide the dissension
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Perhaps we should split, go each our own way
Whilst some affection remains intact
Then we can let them know we still care
For them no matter what, our parental pact
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Kids don't need to walk on eggshells
Wondering when next the boom will fall
Better to see mom and dad separately
Than listen to constant fights huddled in the hall
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I don't know for certain where it fell apart
But I know it's over for she and I
Once we had a dream of a shared future
But no longer do we share a vision eye to eye
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So for her, for me, for us... mostly for them
We shall part ways while we can still be friends
Then we can work each in our own way
To our beloved children to make amends
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald was a 911 dispatcher for 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
Never mind. I give up.
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