Living Again

After so many years of planning,
I'm about to close the deal.
It won't be long, I'll be hitting the road.
My leaving will finally be real.
I've tried my best to be happy.
It just was not to be.
There'll be no tears in my eye as I say goodbye.
This old boy will, at last, be free.

You'll be in my rear view mirror
As I put my car in the wind.
You'll just fade out of sight
As I drive into the night
And I can start living again.

I don't take this leaving thing lightly.
I truly believed in my vow.
But I've enjoyed more than I can stand.
The time for my leaving is now.
We made it far longer than most people thought.
They all said it wouldn't last.
After over twenty five years and millions of tears
It's about to be a thing of the past.

You'll be in my rear view mirror
As I put my car in the wind.
You'll just fade out of sight
As I drive into the night
And I can start living again.

This has been a long time in coming.
My misery has lasted so long.
But all is not lost, along with the cost,
It's been fodder for some of my songs.
I will be starting a new chapter
In this book that I call my life.
It will be quite a change, things all rearranged
A new world without any wife.

You'll be in my rear view mirror
As I put my car in the wind.
You'll just fade out of sight
As I drive into the night
And I can start living again.




Poetry by Bob Simpson
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Written on 2009-12-10 at 19:56

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melanie sue
How sad this poem is, but then maybe not. Often, the door to a better life can not be opened until the door to the old miserable life is shut. I've been married 30 years myself and it isn't an easy task to stay happily married-but it definately takes two to fix what needs fixin, if fixable.
2009-12-10