When she married the law
The times ahead she never saw
What it meant to be in the grind
And to be alone most of the time
There were days when he came home
That he just wanted to be alone
For the times made his mood
And things were not always understood
So the years went by together
Learning to hide the bad to weather
And when the times are judged as they might
An award for love and patience should be just right.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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