Sunday, 21 April 2019

Sat by the fireside


Sat by the fireside
It's almost daylight
But the fire is out
Wish life had a map

 I am drunk of course
No words can be said
Sometimes that's best
Just call me a sap

 I just lost my wife
She walked out the door
Anywhere but here
First gave me a slap

 Not about money
Or time at the bar
But catching me out
With girl on my lap

 Forward a few years
In my tiny flat
Struggling to exist
Inside cheaters trap

 Heards she has done well
Spacious house and babe
I can see you all
Giving a hands clap

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17 comments:

  1. My3WiThME21 April 2019 at 06:11

    And clap they should!! Do you think you should have just had another pint instead???

    A good poem from "that sides" perspective

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  2. Rosemary Nissen-Wade21 April 2019 at 07:33

    Poetic justice!

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  3. Rommy21 April 2019 at 08:37

    Some mistakes you don't come back from. It's a shame the subject didn't realize that sooner.

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  4. Sanaa Rizvi21 April 2019 at 08:39

    Sometimes the things we do in life teach us life lessons..

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  5. Sherry Blue Sky21 April 2019 at 09:05

    A tale with a realistic ending. Well told, Robin.

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  6. colleen21 April 2019 at 09:05

    Not clapping. Sad for the outcome.

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  7. Magaly Guerrero21 April 2019 at 09:34

    Very vivid, Robin. I can see every image, hear every smack (slap!), feel the emotions that lead to the speaker's end.

    Also, I really like that the last lines of each stanza, seem to tell their own wee tale:

    Wish life had a map
    Just call me a sap
    First gave me a slap
    With girl on my lap
    Inside cheaters trap
    Giving a hands clap

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  8. Magical Mystical Teacher21 April 2019 at 10:43

    Wish life had a map? Well, join the crowd---so do I. Unfortunately, I have yet to find one. So I keep wandering and writing and wondering...

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  9. brudberg21 April 2019 at 12:57

    I think justice has been served in this poem...

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  10. Wendy Bourke21 April 2019 at 14:22

    You are an awesome storyteller, Robin. I like your choice of telling the tale from the perspective of the antihero. Now that's a unique take.

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  11. Mary21 April 2019 at 17:17

    You have really written a fine story in your lines here, Robin! You are great with tales of love that works and love that doesn't.

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  12. ZQ21 April 2019 at 17:28

    Great Commentary.

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  13. Kerry O'Connor22 April 2019 at 01:53

    I also wish life had a map.

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  14. Gillena Cox22 April 2019 at 02:06

    Ah well i think the slap is deserving and so do the perpetrator, so does that make this a tale of woe or repentence😊

    Much❣love

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  15. dsnake122 April 2019 at 03:03

    interesting point of view from the anti-hero's side.
    should have stay longer at the pub though.

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  16. Gillena Cox22 April 2019 at 11:46

    Monday, whats your mood today. Drop by and link a poem

    much love...

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  17. Anonymous22 April 2019 at 12:41

    wonderful.

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