Poem By Tony Jolley

“Don’t give me all that! ”
She shouted,
Her bitter barbs flaying the skin off his spirit’s back
For the god-knows-how-many-hundredth time.

So, for the first and last time –
He didn’t.

Comments about Divorce

Profound piece Tony...well done...I like Hugs, Dee

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