Many feelings born to die
Many reasons why she’d cry
Many moments begged, “why”?
Reflections; long past
Written on her aging face
Reflected off mirrored glass
Now, a smile not white as snow
Crow’s feet have begun to grow
Gray hairs to freely flow (oh, no)
45; gazes back @ her downtrodden surprise
She thought in arrears & burst into tears
Wondering why so many fucking years
An ex-husband; who was once wise?
He was a piece of shit in disguise!
Wasted 17 yrs being @ his side
Her history had been stripped
Her children blame her for his shit!?!?
She’s the only constant
ready to quit