Italian Sonnet Ii Marriages and Mirages
They used to dream of a white picket fence
Around a little white three bedroom house
There were times at first when they had their doubts
Life together just didn't make much sense
But they scraped and struggled with no pretense
Both tried mightily to be a really good spouse
Children were born and love started to shout
They switched sides once on offense then defense
Then bought a brick home on top of a hill
With four bedrooms and a two car garage
Everybody had their own private room
The old house seemed to always have a chill
The white picket fence was just a mirage
Seems their marriage was just a mirage too
an original poem by the "Poemdog" Daniel Turner
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