Our life

Short poem... first one in a long time.

"This is all we ever wanted" you say.

A house, cars, even a dog.

Where does that leave us today?

We lost ourselves in the fog.

This is our dream, our life.

Can we even call it that?

Am I your beloved wife,

Or a dirty welcome mat?

No.

This is no life of mine.

Yet somehow I know,

One day, I'll be fine.

The End

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