Why did you, once the apple of my eye,
and that of a close friend (I knew) ,
why did you then unleash the fury
which was meant to make a point,
I do not understand the rationale behind.
I always meant to be your friend,
to help you understand this rotten world,
to hold you up beneath unshaven pits,
enlist your brother in a vain attempt
to drum the missing sense into a brain
that had been laughing at that sillyputty pain.
I know that talking in the open will not do
no woman hears the little signals of a man,
I cannot help it though and all of it is true,
I cannot help myself, I ask of you: Who can?
Note:
No, sorry, my marriage is fine. I have learned to shut up.
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The last note said it all for me. I've been married over twenty five years to the same woman because I learned to shut up when she's mad about something. It is one of the hardest things in the world for me to do but for her...I do it.