The Custodian
THE CUSTODIAN
The husband never forgave me
I'd given him a slim five hundred
He cashed his ticket in on a stormy day
I could not enjoy the song and dance of rain
No nostalgia!
I swayed like branches blown by wind
But not once did I fall
I could have had a ball with sudden wealth
I said, 'Your half would be yours
Mine goes hither and yon.
*
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
