Today I’m feeling rather sad,
My life seems quite a mess;
My husband’s taken everything,
Except my favorite dress.
He thinks that it’s okay for him
To leave me penniless;
He just can’t seem to figure out
That it’s he who is a mess.
If I could do things differently,
There’s a thing or two I’d change,
For as difficult as it may seem,
My life needs to rearrange.
So I’ll go on my separate way,
Hoping things will work out fine;
Anything I earn these days,
Will at least be mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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