Foolish

Foolish

A Poem by Geralyn Miller

You may be a friend of mine,

but, honey, you're a fool!

 

Did you really think

she would wait for you,

while you spent these long years

"trying to find yourself";

(and you're still lost)?

Did you believe,

she would put her life on hold,

while you played at life?

You waled out on her,

knowing she carried your baby,

knowing she loved you.

 

You may be a friend of mine,

but, honey, you're a fool.

 

Unlike you, she grew up;

made a life for herself and her son,

she worked hard, went to college,

it was tough going for a long time;

with no help from you.

Now she has a job she loves,

she makes great money, lives a nice life.

Eight years ago she met a good man,

after two years, they married.

Her son is thrilled to have a Dad,

(something you couldn't be bothered to be,

for the past eighteen years.)

 

You may be a friend of mine,

but, honey, you're a fool.

 

You stroll back in,

expecting her to take you back;

you say you're ready to be responsible.

Her son,(yes, HER son)

you didn't give a damn for all these years,

why should he care for you?

He doesn't know you,

by your choice.

 

You may be a friend of mine,

but, honey, you're a fool.

 

As you sit alone

don't whine to me,

you made your choices years ago;

now it's time for you to live with them;

just like they have for all these years.

 

© 2010 Geralyn Miller


Author's Note

Geralyn Miller
Needless to say, my attitude ended the friendship.

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and rightly so

Posted 13 Years Ago


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that is a powerful and poignant monologue..I know so many arseholes like this....delusional, selfish people, you told him like it was..they can dish it but can't take it..brilliant..

Posted 13 Years Ago


APPLAUSE!!!~ I lived this~

"Her son,(yes, HER son)"

exactly!!! it takes much more to be a parent than to simply expel little swimmers~ or to ripen an egg~

your poem has bite~ it has unforgiving reality delievered in a solid slap that none of those who are guilty of abandoning their children ever want to feel~ to this day I have not a clue how a father or mother can walk away from a child~
my daughter calls me he "MoDammy" she knows I've played both roles all her life~ and when (insert many expletives here) tried to snuggle back into her sphere of existence her basic response was "bite me" ~
they lose out and then expect to be partied when they return~as if they are doing us a favor~ ha!~ as if!~
continuing APPLAUSE!!!!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Geralyn Miller
Geralyn Miller

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I was born in the year of the Dragon, and am prone to roaring for amusement's sake. I have been writing poetry since I was eight. That's right, fifty years of poetry, all written in longhand. In ad.. more..

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A Poem by Geralyn Miller