Poetic Verses
For Granted
She left i detect a tear as she closed the door
I saw those signs but chose to ignore
The thought of her really leaving a pain waa hard to take
But my heart really too a fall when she opened and close the gate.
It was I believe not wise to stop her
Perhaps allowing that space will be a sort of decider
Therefore i should use this time, this situation
To sit back and do some form of self introspection.
I could remember when at times she started a conversation
And yes i sat and paid her little or no attention
But would spend the evening sitting comfortably
Reading a book, newspaper or sprawl on the couch and watch T.V.
I was lucky as i came home and very often
To such pleasant surroundings and a relaxing condition
Also noticed layout and the artistic decoration
But still I never show any gratitude ir sign of appreciation.
Oh those dinners i enjoy with such great relish
All so well prepared and sometimes her original dishes
Afterwards would not in any give any assistance
In cleaning, or a word of thanks in any instance
At Friday night coming home to candle lights and soft music
My those moments were so touching an Oh so romantic
There she was a picture of delight and breathtaking beauty
This she did I know to express her love for me.
Her leaving make me realise that i am a fool
I had relegated her to an object a sort of tool
How charming and romantic i was when on my courting expedition
But after marrying have made a form of digression.
How often we thought that providing all those material things
That in marriage and relationship, such a joy they will bring
Now i realise painfully that my involvement is an ingredient
Which must be present to sustain and for the continued development.
I saw those signs but chose to ignore
The thought of her really leaving a pain waa hard to take
But my heart really too a fall when she opened and close the gate.
It was I believe not wise to stop her
Perhaps allowing that space will be a sort of decider
Therefore i should use this time, this situation
To sit back and do some form of self introspection.
I could remember when at times she started a conversation
And yes i sat and paid her little or no attention
But would spend the evening sitting comfortably
Reading a book, newspaper or sprawl on the couch and watch T.V.
I was lucky as i came home and very often
To such pleasant surroundings and a relaxing condition
Also noticed layout and the artistic decoration
But still I never show any gratitude ir sign of appreciation.
Oh those dinners i enjoy with such great relish
All so well prepared and sometimes her original dishes
Afterwards would not in any give any assistance
In cleaning, or a word of thanks in any instance
At Friday night coming home to candle lights and soft music
My those moments were so touching an Oh so romantic
There she was a picture of delight and breathtaking beauty
This she did I know to express her love for me.
Her leaving make me realise that i am a fool
I had relegated her to an object a sort of tool
How charming and romantic i was when on my courting expedition
But after marrying have made a form of digression.
How often we thought that providing all those material things
That in marriage and relationship, such a joy they will bring
Now i realise painfully that my involvement is an ingredient
Which must be present to sustain and for the continued development.
