The Wrong Turn
A WRONG TURN,
STARTED OFF WITH A MAP,
PERFECT DIRECTIONS,
NO MAJOR INTERCEPTIONS,
THEN ONE DAY I TOOK A WRONG TURN,
MANY MOONS UNTIL YEARS,
ALL THEM FABULOUS CHEERS WENT TO TEARS,
THE WATER AND SODA’S WENT TO BEERS,
THE STARS DISAPPEARED,
THIS I ONE DAY FEARED,
THE LIGHT IN YOUR EYES FADED,
ALL WARMTH IN YOUR SMILE VANISHED,
IT WAS LIKE OUR PERFECT ENGLISH COMMUNICATION WENT TO SPANISH,
LOVE THAT WAS MADE ALL THESE YEARS,
SEEMED OVER WORKED AND UNDERPAID,
I MUST HAVE TAKEN A WRONG TURN,
BACK THERE SOMEWHERE ON THE JOURNEY,
I WENT FROM LIVING ON LOVE TO LIVING ON A GURNEY,
CAN’T FIX IT LIKE A FLAT. (KNEW I SHOULD HAVE MADE MY OWN MAP),
THERE’S NO GOING BACK…
I ALREADY MADE THAT WRONG TURN.
Copyright © Jennifer Wallace | Year Posted 2008
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