RE-INVENTED
Date: Sunday, 3rd August 2014 @ 03:24:09 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry


Contributed By: softerware

Married young at seventeen; older man to high-school queen;
Ten years later I outgrew the man that I supposed I knew;

Never had I lived alone. Suddenly we’re on our own;
Me and daughter making home!

Got a checkbook; paid the rent; made ourselves a covenant;
Vowed that we would re-invent!

Macrame and finger paints; Goodwill bargains, no complaints!

Ten years later wed anew; Older, smarter, thought I knew!
Police said he’s a con artist…On our ten most-wanted list!

Me and daughter got evicted; husband number two convicted;
Did I bail? Hell no, I fought; spent every cent and all for naught.

3 years later he was free; Found another, 23; And we parted company!
Cleaned me out to my last cent; Trust that I can re-invent!

Living in a rental car; Parking lot of “JOEY’s BAR”. Warm, dry, safe, at any rate;
sleeping with my .38.

Back to school at 43; sculpting up a brand new me;
Working days; class at night; me and daughter hanging tight!

Got a job in Engineering; I’m the new guy all are fearing;
Had to prove that I could do it; while the union just boo-hooed it.

Far too stubborn I to yield; Only woman in my field.
Thank God in came EEO; told the union where to go!
Dropped the campaign to demote me; 5 years later they promote me.

Now in Safety, no more tools; brains not brawn; so.. back to school.
Kids are married; wild oats sewn; time to be at last, my own.
Wife and mommy gone and went! Once again I re-invent!

Bought an old house; ‘bout to fall; Plumbing, wiring, did it all!
Skills I learned put to the test; painted, plastered, whatta mess!

Live in bluejeans; don’t keep house; (Know why men all want a spouse!)
I tell neighbors when they call; “Come see the toilet I installed!”

Girlfriends wed and move away; I’m good with that, until one day…

Meet a fella; quiet type. Tall mid-western; lacking hype.
No lounge lizard, this big gent; so once more I re-invent!

No bad language, drink or drugs; Sweet and loyal, heartstring tugs.
He says “marry”; not content; to just move in and share the rent.
History tells me circumvent; he is stubborn; won’t relent;
Yeah, you guessed it;
re-invent!

We’ve been married twenty-one; twice, my record he’s undone!
I’m surprised as anyone!

I didn’t think he was my type; almost lost him, holy cripe!
He hung in and changed my mind; It was ME, not love that’s blind!

I didn’t have a litmus test; to help me measure happiness;
But there’s a signal, well disguised; that happiness has just arrived!

This may not work for other folk; but I judge happiness by smoke!
The mechanism’s hit or miss; and I suspect it goes like this:

When I’m content beyond all doubt?
The fire to re-invent goes out!

This poem is Copyright © softerware



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