~
Chosen for her easy nature
Pliability, malleability
Plasticine-like quality
To be moulded into the perfect wife
To share his ambitions
His dreams and drive
T’wards the perfect life
~
And she, in love with love
Flattered and thrilled
Sweet-talked and cajoled
Happy to be chosen by this boy
From all the girls around
Was quite giddy with joy
To be the one he’d found
~
And so the years sped by
He, working hard with no time to play
Building his empire day by day
His trophy-wife playing her role
Yes dear, no dear, three bags full dear
Whatever you say dear I will agree
As long as I know that you love only me
~
Headlines flashed around the world
Luxury home bathed in blood
Tycoon dead
Wife of many years said
They were so looking forward
To his retirement at last
Reward for the hard work of the past
~
Secret lives of the rich and famous
Who shall remain nameless
Although not blameless
Are laid bare for all to share
Money can indulge all tastes
Penchants, and inclinations
Temptations and innovations
But the price can be too high to pay
When the day of reckoning comes your way
~
THE END
©DGA 14 October 2011 22:45
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15/10/2011 at 8:10 pm
Oh good – a nice happy ending! 🙂
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15/10/2011 at 11:56 pm
Well, it depends where you are coming from, Col…
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15/10/2011 at 8:37 pm
Oh what a sad ending, but there couldn’t be any other way, this is life
very good poetry, even if you did keep us waiting day after day..it was worth it!
love P
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15/10/2011 at 11:59 pm
It is a sad part of life that it probably was his/their own fault that he/they could not enjoy their retirement, Patrecia.
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15/10/2011 at 9:18 pm
Dramatic….and tragic. Sometimes there seems as if there is no way out…
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15/10/2011 at 11:59 pm
Almost preordained, Kate, which I suppose it was… in a way, lol!
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15/10/2011 at 10:51 pm
Very sobering, Denise. We often look at the big houses and large estates, but they are no guarantee that the occupants are happy. Our little house is a semi- detached one in a suburb. It ain’t grand but we are very happy thanks be to God.
John
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16/10/2011 at 12:01 am
You are so right John. We must never be envious. Also, don’t forget the story of the camel passing through the eye of a needle…
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16/10/2011 at 2:17 pm
what goes on behind the gloss veneer…this one def took a twist i did not see coming back at part one…
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16/10/2011 at 3:21 pm
We don’t know what goes on in other people’s lives, or what makes them do what they do…
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16/10/2011 at 5:04 pm
money just allows you to be happy or miserable in grander surroundings
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16/10/2011 at 6:21 pm
Yes, Sidey, but it also gives you a wider variety of sources of happiness or misery with which to experiment…
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17/10/2011 at 3:52 am
Whodunnit?! You can’t leave us hanging like this…:)
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17/10/2011 at 7:08 am
I suspect there are any number of ‘suspects’, Bb. Very hard to narrow it down in those conditions… someone ‘invisible’ perhaps?
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17/10/2011 at 4:40 am
The trails of sudden prosperity shall always leave foot prints of blood, Denise, theirs or others. Until you burn your life out, you will not know whether you leave ash behind or come out pristine pure. That is the tragedy of life we can’t have a say.
Your first three stanzas are extraordinary. They reflect a kind of love trap all of us love to indulge in. Long time back, I read a fwd… An interview with God… a lovely piece. There the protagonist asks what what surprises him most. God answers: Man invests his health to amass wealth till 40. After that he reinvests that money to get back his health, which he cannot.
Your poem reminds of that. Say whatever you, people are not inclined to learn from others’ experience. That is damn temptation of life.
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17/10/2011 at 7:13 am
Oh, Sunamu, you are right on all counts, I fear. Man is determined NOT to learn from others’ experience, but to challenge it for himself. I LOVE God’s answer and that, too, is the truth, lol! Make one realise what fools we are! 😀
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18/10/2011 at 4:50 am
It’s true, the price can be incredibly high. Too much money or too little money is usually a problem. We should all strive to land somewhere in the middle. A very sad poem.
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18/10/2011 at 5:02 am
You’re right Selma. I think people are tempted mainly through either boredom (too much) or desperation (too little). Our reaction to whatever our circumstances are is what is important.
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18/10/2011 at 9:25 am
Fantastic build up Denise, I was sad to read ‘THE END’.
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18/10/2011 at 9:41 am
Thanks Mark. The poetry could do with a make-over in parts, I think. But, overall, I wasn’t too disappointed with the experiment…
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