Colleen Wright

Rookie (Central west of New South Wales, Australia.)

Another One Bites The Dust. - Poem by Colleen Wright

A most charming man arrived into her world, so unexpectedly from 'out of the blue'
and invited her to come onto his scene and to enjoy playing in the wider world.
They wined and dined, and his refinery was polished and plumed - but was all true?
She wondered when hence after two days he proposed – a shock question to her hurled.

He played the part of the Prince Charming and enjoyed interests the same, 'no lie' -
'We will travel around our wonderful world and see places never before she'd seen',
he did suggest - and all sounded ever so grand - 'we will drive over-land and fly-
the world is out oyster' he said, ever so extravagant - no sign of being selfish or mean.

'Marry me, sell your home and together we will combine our material wealth', he said,
as the new courtship began, 'I am most particular about whom with I choose to be',
he continued, 'and I will help you do the dishes, clean the floors and help make the bed'.
He rinsed some dishes whilst waiting for her to dine with him, and then – he, she did see.

Water all over the floor and muddy shoe prints from puddling, as he carelessly worked
and half cleaned contents of the kitchen sink – cleaning best left not began, she'd prefer.
She did say what she thought, but in an ever so nice way, - his reaction left her much irked.
'you are fanatical' he stormed, and blamed her for the uneasiness. He said he did not err.

'I cannot live that way', she told him directly, 'all must be in order at home before I do play'.
He could not, and would not see her view, and therefore she said, 'we do differ too much,
and should not take this friendship further'. His ego was badly bruised and he did not stay.
He strode out of her home without a single word, not even a glance backwards, as such.

Oh, the wonders of such a great love! How quickly it did come - and did so instantly go.
Obviously not real, much falseness and with an underlying, unknown need, by the mystery man.
Now she sees why she had some nagging doubts about a man who was in such a hurry to know
if she would marry him and carry his problems and weights - as only some naive women can.

Another day, another story to add to the tapestry of life's journey and a history lesson,
has shown that some will take advantage of others who are open to be used and and hurt.
However as time has shown we do live and learn – so teach your daughters and every son
that people should be honest and fair to those of whom they care, and not with danger flirt.

The moral of the story it seems is that of strangers and many, we should not instantly trust.
We should take our time to know and to hear their history, and do see them 'walk their talk',
before we follow their lead, and if dishonesty does show, do let 'another one bite the dust',
or you will fall into a pit of sorrow, and much pain before you escape those with 'tongue as fork'.

Colleen Wright. T.G. © October 19.2006.

Comments about Another One Bites The Dust. by Colleen Wright

  • (10/19/2006 4:16:00 AM) eloquent as ever...looked long but read so fast with the flow it had...done and dusted...another one bites the dust...but you were left to wipe the muddy footprints...giri and i found humour in that though we know such things do hurt...welcome back (Report)Reply

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  • (10/19/2006 4:05:00 AM)

    you tell it well Colleen - i hope he sees this? (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 19, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 20, 2010

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