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The little things that add up in life
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Albert Russo
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Rated "G" by the Author.
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To my fellow poets Pixel power, from his book, CWS2 Lost identity Emotionally trashed Remembrance of a corrected past Dramatis personae, from his book CWS2 Now, then and forever, from his book CWS2 Choo-choo boy, from his book CWS2 (The Crowded World of Solitude, volume2) Call of the Falasha, from his book Futureyes Cormorant of Yangshuo, from his book Futureyes
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marriage and humor
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THE LITTLE THINGS THAT ADD UP lN LIFE
At our first appointment I came a little early
l remember the afternoon being a little too hot
and I felt a little depressed
the moment we met I sensed she'd expected someone a little younger she'd found me a little too lonely and
believed I needed a little extra personal care
and before I could say zoooo we'd moved into a little apartment
in the beginning we both earned very little money
doing odd jobs and little nothings
but little did we worry in those days
where small was still beautiful
and littler even better
then she grew a little tired of me
and we got into each other's way
a little more every passing day
she said l'd become a little too lazy
so she yelled at me like crazy
and began to think very little of me
in the meantime, we'd managed to produce a child
at birth he was so little I was scared to hold him
that's when she claimed I knew little or nothing about life
and that if I hadn't been the baby's father
she would not need me around
adding after each row: “for the little that you do for us!”
How about now, you will ask, weIl things have changed a little
she puts the music a little too loud
wears her rouge a little too red
walks a little too fast
pouts a little too often
she's a little overweight
watches TV a little too late
sleeps a little too long
and still finds the time to fight
she buys little food that Ilike
so that when I go to bed I always feel a little hungry
she dons blouses a little too tight
and that makes me a little jealous
especially when she talks to that little twerp of a mailman
now that the kid walks, our place is a little too small
but she acts as though l were little more than a ghost
See what happens when vou realize things a little too late!
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| Reviewed by Odin Roark |
4/26/2012 |
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| A gentle nudge to all who still see things (especially in the ill defined "love" area)with blinders on. There's a reason a race horse has them, but our species seems ignorant of their innate presence, rejecting the fact that a good portion of same is hard wired into us. But... again you've rendered a sad lament with compassion, rare today. My poem "Mind Rape" was perhaps the opposite, but of similar acceptance of reality. Well done, Albert. |
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| Reviewed by Lois Christensen |
6/3/2008 |
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| You must try to work things out. She may not have been brought up with love like you had or she might be troubled in her soul. To say things like that to the man she married hurts, and to not make meals hurts, and to not love you as much hurts. Little things do add up in life and maybe you could ask her to talks and listen to you to straighten things up. It works both ways, two must give to a marriage. I found this out when i was in my second marriage and it worked auite well. THis write is touching and she needs some working with somehow. Give her another chance. |
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