The Silent Prize Poem by Rachel Fogle

All business & success no time for his wife yet.
Looking to make that buck oh it's sad how she love's him so much.
When will it be her turn to have him to herself?
When will the money no long matter and there life become clear.

The Silent Prize she feels to him
No longer does he miss her or wish that she was near.
Nor does he rush home to come to her waiting arms.
She's lucky if she sees him once a week, sometimes from afar.

The gift's he sends mean little to her,
They are bought with money not love.

She cannot find happiness in her home, when its empty of love.

No children do you hear, no laughter from the halls.
It's an empty mansion of loniless that she feels she will die if she cannot find love within the walls.

For the last time she looks at her home,
And walks silently to the door leaving a note on the table,
Saying ' A Silent Prize' I will be no more.