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For years I've replayed every action and word
My wife ever did or said.
Am I not being a trifle absurd
Beating a horse that's dead?
That marriage ended, it's been a long time,
I ought to be moving on.
And still I am searching for reason or rhyme,
Beating a horse that's gone.
Her actions are turning my hair to gray
Though what she does shouldn't count.
But here am I, anguishing night and day
Beating a former mount.
Another relationship's come and gone;
It's time to forget remorse.
Yet I cannot help going on and on
Beating an equine corpse.
Friends and relations all rightly insist
It's a certain acceptance I lack.
But there is a reason for me to persist:
Dead horses don't fight back.
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