My Life (post divorce and empty nest) in Sonnets
On Borrowed Time
Original Contemporary Poetry by author, Jean Parr
"On Borrowed Time"
On borrowed time, he didn't even know me when I tried to take my life
He was busy getting drunk in another state
As time passed and through an online dating site, I met someone I thought I loved, but it ended in strife
As it turned out, he was and still is a habitual liar, and a self-absorbed one at that; I can't believe I settled and compromised my values…eight months later, too little, too late
How can I fault meeting him, when it led me to cross paths with the real love of my life
But I've been fooled too often; somehow my life had gone amiss
I've been abused, lied to, cheated on, and figuratively stabbed in the back with a knife
Who would've thought my life would have come to this?
Do I trust in fate…that I had to survive all of this to meet the man of my dreams?
Is it destiny that I had to wait for the exact right time for him to be ready, sober, with eyes clear to care?
Obstacles keep dropping onto our united path, a series of ridiculous memes
But, he says he's in it for the long haul; he says he's not going anywhere
He often says how much he loves me, with the addendum of, you have no idea
He's right, I have no idea
All rights reserved by the author, Jean Parr, through www.poetrypoem.com/jeanparr, Copyright 2018
"On Borrowed Time"
On borrowed time, he didn't even know me when I tried to take my life
He was busy getting drunk in another state
As time passed and through an online dating site, I met someone I thought I loved, but it ended in strife
As it turned out, he was and still is a habitual liar, and a self-absorbed one at that; I can't believe I settled and compromised my values…eight months later, too little, too late
How can I fault meeting him, when it led me to cross paths with the real love of my life
But I've been fooled too often; somehow my life had gone amiss
I've been abused, lied to, cheated on, and figuratively stabbed in the back with a knife
Who would've thought my life would have come to this?
Do I trust in fate…that I had to survive all of this to meet the man of my dreams?
Is it destiny that I had to wait for the exact right time for him to be ready, sober, with eyes clear to care?
Obstacles keep dropping onto our united path, a series of ridiculous memes
But, he says he's in it for the long haul; he says he's not going anywhere
He often says how much he loves me, with the addendum of, you have no idea
He's right, I have no idea
All rights reserved by the author, Jean Parr, through www.poetrypoem.com/jeanparr, Copyright 2018
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On Borrowed Time
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