Till Death Us Do Part
What! A divorce? Why?!
What do you mean
you want to move on?
Do you want to break up
this marriage of 25 years?
Now...after two teenagers at home?
What do you mean
you need more space?
You live in a mansion
for Pete's sake.
What? you want to do your things,
Experience life,
Meet new people,
See new places?
Well, who's stopping you?
You have been pretty much
on your own all these years;
And here, I have been slogging
like a donkey 24/7/365
making more money than
you can find ways to spend.
I knew not when
our kids grew up,
I worked hard,
Day in and day out,
so you and kids can live
a life of comfort and luxury.
Now, you wanna leave me? Gee!
And take half of MY blood and sweat?
Nah, not even a dime!
No sirree Bob. Nope. Nada.
As long as I am alive,
Not a thing. Not a chance. Zero!
I'll fight tooth and nail;
Only over my dead body!
P.S.: Millionaire John Doe was tragically killed
in a single car crash apparently of brakes failure.
He's survived by his wife and two kids.
~Second Chance" contest by Broken Wings
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