H/work for w/e 26.10.20.....TWO WORDS
Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2020 12:41 pm
TWO WORDS - Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBarkPoet
Two words changed my life's story, two words that I regret
sometimes, but oh not really, the story's not over yet.
Two words to end a lifestyle, two words spoken in haste,
two words that ended disrespect and twenty one year's waste.
To the chase I'll cut but quickly, none need be bored with the tale
of a woman past her prime who fell for a bloke fit and hale
and with many years of friendship and acceptance, trust and love
decided to move to country, and give up her home and job.
Though it seems she wore rose glasses - didn't know it at the time
Thinking back it was half hearted, all his way and never mine.
But the shields she built around her, hid from her the actual score
till the game was nearly over and there wasn't room for more.
Far away from home and family, getting older every day
time was running out for this girl if she still had to earn pay.
A short sojourn to the city to assist an ailing Mum
saw her visit her old workplace - Did they have a job for one?
Yes they did and not a problem, she had runs up on the board,
all there knew of her work ethic, how she's never underscored.
Quietly reassured she returned to the land she'd grown to love
asked the question - got the answer - the wrong one, push became shove.
Seems her efforts had been wasted, she fell far short of his mark.
Super ploughed into the property had vanished in the dark.
Health was compromised and ruined, and all trust now shattered too
when the words 'you'd best be leaving' broke her heart quite through and through.
He claimed she had no commitment- not to him nor to the land
which was bullshite for she loved them - but to stay would see her damned
He said "if a job's a waiting you'd be stupid to refuse"
and her heart said she'd be stupid to stay and cop more abuse.
So she turned and without pausing said 'Wrong answer' to her mate
climbed into her Ute and headed straight back to the property gate,
swung a left out on the dirt road and with gravel spitting tires
headed out towards the bitumen, the city lights and spires.
She drove an hour and waited at the end of the dirt road,
fairly confident he'd follow, but this little episode
showed her just how undervalued she had been for all these years
whilst she herself was thinking they were building new frontiers.
Her eyes were red from crying but no truck came into view
and there were no dust clouds rising - so she bid a sad adieu
to the home she loved so dearly and she never has returned,
why go back to nought but squandered time where toil and love were spurned.
Twenty one years of life wasted, nothing gained save memories.
and the impetus of writing them down in her poetry.
Lost the dog that she loved dearly, from fate just one more cruel blow
and the knowledge that the animals she loved would surely go.
He moved on, and he got married - sold the animals and the farm,
those things that he claimed she had little commitment to. His charm
over the years has diminished, she now knows how foolishly
she followed her dream without seeing that she'd pay heavily.
But move on - it took a long time, and by writing this it seems
she has shed herself of devils and can now follow her dreams
but her dreams now are for quiet, peaceful solitude - not life
filled with angst, dissension worry, hate or perpetual strife.
And to grasp that dream again she finds that she must turn away
from the people who are neighbors' with an agenda to play
of vindictiveness and petty quarrels - how could she have known
that such people selfishly just think of themselves - them alone.
A community of retirees should be a calming space
not a place of petty differences, back stabbing, angry faced
argumentative folks with it seems an endless axe to grind .....
not at all what she is seeking. Her mantra is 'just be kind.'
Two words changed my life's story, two words that I regret
sometimes, but oh not really, the story's not over yet.
Two words to end a lifestyle, two words spoken in haste,
two words that ended disrespect and twenty one year's waste.
To the chase I'll cut but quickly, none need be bored with the tale
of a woman past her prime who fell for a bloke fit and hale
and with many years of friendship and acceptance, trust and love
decided to move to country, and give up her home and job.
Though it seems she wore rose glasses - didn't know it at the time
Thinking back it was half hearted, all his way and never mine.
But the shields she built around her, hid from her the actual score
till the game was nearly over and there wasn't room for more.
Far away from home and family, getting older every day
time was running out for this girl if she still had to earn pay.
A short sojourn to the city to assist an ailing Mum
saw her visit her old workplace - Did they have a job for one?
Yes they did and not a problem, she had runs up on the board,
all there knew of her work ethic, how she's never underscored.
Quietly reassured she returned to the land she'd grown to love
asked the question - got the answer - the wrong one, push became shove.
Seems her efforts had been wasted, she fell far short of his mark.
Super ploughed into the property had vanished in the dark.
Health was compromised and ruined, and all trust now shattered too
when the words 'you'd best be leaving' broke her heart quite through and through.
He claimed she had no commitment- not to him nor to the land
which was bullshite for she loved them - but to stay would see her damned
He said "if a job's a waiting you'd be stupid to refuse"
and her heart said she'd be stupid to stay and cop more abuse.
So she turned and without pausing said 'Wrong answer' to her mate
climbed into her Ute and headed straight back to the property gate,
swung a left out on the dirt road and with gravel spitting tires
headed out towards the bitumen, the city lights and spires.
She drove an hour and waited at the end of the dirt road,
fairly confident he'd follow, but this little episode
showed her just how undervalued she had been for all these years
whilst she herself was thinking they were building new frontiers.
Her eyes were red from crying but no truck came into view
and there were no dust clouds rising - so she bid a sad adieu
to the home she loved so dearly and she never has returned,
why go back to nought but squandered time where toil and love were spurned.
Twenty one years of life wasted, nothing gained save memories.
and the impetus of writing them down in her poetry.
Lost the dog that she loved dearly, from fate just one more cruel blow
and the knowledge that the animals she loved would surely go.
He moved on, and he got married - sold the animals and the farm,
those things that he claimed she had little commitment to. His charm
over the years has diminished, she now knows how foolishly
she followed her dream without seeing that she'd pay heavily.
But move on - it took a long time, and by writing this it seems
she has shed herself of devils and can now follow her dreams
but her dreams now are for quiet, peaceful solitude - not life
filled with angst, dissension worry, hate or perpetual strife.
And to grasp that dream again she finds that she must turn away
from the people who are neighbors' with an agenda to play
of vindictiveness and petty quarrels - how could she have known
that such people selfishly just think of themselves - them alone.
A community of retirees should be a calming space
not a place of petty differences, back stabbing, angry faced
argumentative folks with it seems an endless axe to grind .....
not at all what she is seeking. Her mantra is 'just be kind.'