I bet it is tough being a man just like you,
you claim to have life but it seems you’ve no clue.
It was pretty clear how your stories began,
but you, nor the rest, would know what’s the end.
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Let’s start with a wife who treats you more than well,
when you give her heaven though often it’s hell.
You love her to bits but you just can’t say no,
to others who come, offer love, and then go.
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You have plural kids and you keep giving stuff,
for the time you don’t have – to compensate love.
You’re busy, they’re demanding, they tire you out,
you pretend to know what childhood’s about.
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Friends and friendship you cherish and treasure,
many give you nothing but grief and pressure.
You’re there when they need you, come shine or rain,
but where do they hide when you’re in so much pain?
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You once found love for ‘back-up’ and ‘hard times’,
upon whom you banked half your hope and your dimes.
Though ’twas fun, ’twas a thrill, ’twas your life’s best part,
it was not meant to be, what was wrong with your heart?
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Your job is just great, you are one of a kind,
envy turns friends to foes and they stab from behind.
What you say what you do are all used against you,
you can kick you can scream only you know what’s true.
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Now there’s her and there’s you reglimpsing the past,
you are taking your time watching when it will last.
While the game plays no pain and there’s no string attached,
you forget if you lose nothing’s left to be patched.
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There you are torn and bent almost none more to give,
for all that it’s worth you just keep on to live.
She can love she can laugh she can walk by your side,
but she is just like you taking you for a ride.
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I still bet it is tough being a man of your kind,
when your heart and your soul are dead in your mind.
Well someday you’ll see as there you will be,
I can give more than love, maybe you’ll look at me.
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*Enida
Pokrovsky Hills, Moskva
July 17, 2010
(writing in the voice of this man’s wife)
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“Kau mengahwiniku untuk masa mudaku
tapi aku mengahwinimu untuk masa tuaku.“
~Unknown
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I love your malay ones better. No doubt this is good tapi puisi, seloka dan cerita Enida sentiasa mengusik jiwa.
Oh thanks babe! I hope I usik your jiwa in a good way, though. Hugs!
GOOOOOODDDDD ONE!!!!