Untreasured Memories

What could be more pleasurable than this? I muse to myself as I reminisce, when each limb was pulled by a diff'rent horse, that magic time when I went through divorce. I am roused from protective amnesia, my heart yanked out without anesthesia. Mona Lisa, a destroyed work of art, I picked up my brush for a brand new start. I wager it is somewhat premature to say I'm philosophical and mature, but I don't wallow in desolate defeat - with better lives now, I remain upbeat. We can happily say we lived through hell, and rich lawyers are overjoyed as well.