50%
April 15,2011
By Rose Marie Rideout
50% Love from each is all we get,
In return we give 50% regret.
A very fine line they say,
Between love and hate each day.
Happiness and anger,
All the hurt and pain,
Sickness and heartaches,
Tell me what do we gain.
50% is that what we work for,
To watch one walk out the door.
50% loneliness and nothing more,
All from two that once did adore,
Give it your all
Give it more than 110%
Live happy in love forever,
That’s how it’s meant.
Life is only today,
Tomorrow’s it’s gone.
One or the other
Isn’t where they belong.
One’s said goodbye, before their time,
The other now lonely, left behind,
The 110% is no longer what it meant,
It just got slashed to 50%.
Hugs,
Anna
fee
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :)
Namaste Tony
with the pen. You're also wise. -gene.
Love this poem.
Peace, love and light,
Amber
Your friend; Mark
Cheers,
Dan