Poetry

The price tag

By 21st September 2013December 9th, 2019No Comments

Was it really you and me
Entwined together in ecstasy
Or was it struggling to be
The other half which once was we

The heart is steadfast for a while
But it can never go that extra mile
To keep the family from becoming a pile
Of statistics in a divorce file

To have missed so much of life
Children grandchildren a loving wife
The cost paid in heartache and strife
The price tag of PTSD running rife

Anita Roberts

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