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Our Maureen sits,
At an old kitchen table
She’d say: “I love you,”
If she were able
But she missed her chance,
And took to the bottle
She cried herself sober,
And ran back to her hovel

She ran her hand through her golden brown hair,
And battered her eye lids,
Terry was there
A young driver,
She was two years his junior,
But he said: “I love you,”
And Maureen’s heart fluttered

Two happy teens,
She found love in his arms
She warmly smiled,
In her eyes there were stars
Her eyes, they made up
A deepened blue sky
In the back there is heaven,
To where she and Terry would fly

Laughing out loud,
How her life could be different
If only her Terry,
Would never leave her
He held her hand,
And gave her a drink
How her heart fluttered
As back she gave him a wink

Blamed for a crime,
He did not commit
It sent him crazy,
To her her heart he gave her a hit
She vowed, by his side
She would forever stand
She warmly smiled,
And held his hand

She wrote him poems,
And lovely letters
He didn’t read them,
Instead he resent them
Maureen just sat,
Crying at the table
Her eyes filled with tears
She took to the bottle

Screaming out loud,
Her life could be different
If only her Terry,
Hadn’t had left her
Now she is forced to find love,
In oneself,
With strain she is stranded,
Her heart on the shelf

She went to the bar,
With her mother and sister
To self isolate,
She went to the bathroom
When she had left,
She looked a new woman
That’s where she met Tony
A sweet look she then gave him

Tony took Maureen to the back of the pub,
And spoke to her softly, before they made love,
Two children later, and they’re still together
But her heart wanders
Away like a sailor

She loves her Tony, although he is nasty
Calls her a “slag,” and bullies her hastily
Not letting Maureen speak, or state her case
So she’s forced to break down,
And drink away her haze
She runs away to the “safety,” of mother
But she isn’t listened
And kicked out by her father

Self negotiating in her fixtures narration,
After years of not speaking,
She’s sees her young Terry
Dries away her tears,
Their love, they rekindle
He takes her to safety
After her father’s funeral

Whispering gently, how now life is different
No longer drinking,
In love, and with Terry
Maureen is settled,
She looks up with a smile
Laying in his arms
She’s content for a while
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