Big Hat

The way you give things in love's place, The way your soul beckons with its sad face, Knocks me out and makes me reel, Replacing your heart with things I can feel. I know it's well meant And to you money well spent, Investing in me Instead of in we. You can't help yourself. I know where you're at, In a place of comfort within your big hat. It sits well upon your head and feels like success, And only I know it's so much less. Trapped in its snare, It fits like a glove, But it will never replace the loss of our love. By: Carole O'Terry Duet Copyright: 2006 "All Rights Reserved"
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Rycroft Avatar
January 15, 2017 at 2:32 PM
Very true great write x
Duet Avatar
January 15, 2017 at 11:36 PM
Yep! "Can't Buy My Love"...thanks Wendy. Carole
Dietrich Avatar
January 6, 2017 at 7:16 PM
wow, Carole. This is a great metaphor. I can even see it made into a country song or something. Well done.
Duet Avatar
January 6, 2017 at 8:55 PM
Thank you, Andrea, and I love your idea. Carole Duet
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December 27, 2016 at 6:14 AM
Money can't buy everything, best intentions with a price tag always seem to end up at the return counter. I love how you did this, how you wove this message into such a brilliant poetic piece. Nicely done Carole.
Duet Avatar
December 27, 2016 at 5:16 PM
You are right, Chris, and thank you so much for your comments. Carole Duet
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