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When you are a widow They look at you kinda strange, Initially sympathetic From any distance-range. They often don’t come back Unless you are real rich Their presumptions carry on; Assuming you're a witch. Funny how they make you feel, They once were warm and friendly, But now they think you need support Or a supplementary. Always seemed to click with them Though now a foreign language, Making you feel miserable And all and all just anguish. Some need to know more and more; Extracting information You’re honest, they’re astonished With ghastly devastation. Vulnerable and muddled From heart break tragedy, They make you feel so awkward With incapacity. When you are a widow They look at you kinda strange, Tell them you’re a widow and Watch how they all change… Or Maybe keep the ring on, For a year or five or ten… Never thought when vows were made- I'd be thinking ‘when’...

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Date: 9/22/2020 7:39:00 PM
Some angst behind the flowing poem, nicely done, Paris...
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Paris-Maree Boreham
Date: 9/23/2020 11:17:00 PM
Correct, Thank You James Marshall Goff :)
Date: 9/17/2020 8:57:00 AM
Beautifully expressed hidden emotion!
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Paris-Maree Boreham
Date: 9/17/2020 9:23:00 AM
Thank You for your positive comment on a not so delightful poem, Much appreciate it as I was not sure to post as it's not my intention to upset anybody, All the best!