Attitudes
It was a minor car crash,
But they needed assistance.
The woman refused to help.
“Sheer lunacy,” she alleged,
to trust other people.
“Twill be the court for me,”
she moaned as she viewed
the wrecked ruined cars.
She refused to help.
He smiled, accepted the job
and said a fond goodbye to her,
never failing to see her face
wrinkled in a thousand frowns.
“How can you be cheerful and happy,”
she muttered. “Or did I not care for him?”
Oh he cared very much, but
He learned from experience
that he can only fashion his happiness,
even if it meant parting from her.
And frankly, he soon found out,
that leaving her worked better
than a wonder drug.
Copyright © Buhagiar Victor | Year Posted 2022
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