by PS Gifford

Created on: July 20, 2009

When I met her I was whole,

Overflowing with optimism

There was nothing we could not conquer

No dream was too big

No challenge to daunting'

for with each other

the word impossible did not exist

So our passion flourished and we wed

Gradually reality steeped our lives

Long hours, lousy pay, brief encounters

Yet we persevered

Kept the faith

Marched boldly onward

The word impossible occurred to us

The years slip by at a wicked clip

Routines became strongly embedded

Big house, big cars, big debts

Tempers flared

Hatred bred

You are impossible we told each other

Now I have been whittled down,

My only friends are words

Wife gone, son left, empty house

What happened

Redemption left

It is impossible to know how I failed.

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