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For a dozen years
You are obsessed
Crying those tears
Not being his guest

Then he is cruel
Throws away your gold
The one bejeweled
Fifty years old

It breaks the obsession
You cool your jets
Water in the face lesson
One never forgets

To keep in mind
He is a man
As his concubine
He did not have a plan

Where my feelings weren't hurt
By reality and truth
With the security to flirt
He had to be uncouth

When he could treat me better
So I could give it back
Someone the debtor
Of what someone lacked

Now he worries about me
My life is still the same
Here with my poetry
Asking me what's to blame

That's how
It usually seems to go
Right now
The tables turn you know

Dreams you had leave
When he is less than a King
Throughout poems grieved
He was the song I'd bring

Into this world of mine
My view across the town
Did my all way fine
His spirit was around

Now he calls me
Now he's concerned
Concubine's not free
The tables turned

Not worth his gifts
Or saving mine
The kind that lifts
So, tables turn time after time.

5/7/2007 1550 cj

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