*this is not an uncommon 'plight', (which was its first title). it speaks for those who know exactly what it says. but this is just an exercise in extempore excision and expurgation of an ignoble affliction...k

"You're pulling away" she cried
Silent in her heartache
Importance put on other things
No time for her, did he take

Always steeped in business deals
How was she to know how he feels
But the world keeps on turning

She sits down by the telephone
Wond'ring, should she call him?
Distraught by just how late it was
Hopes nothing should befall him

They seem to argue more and more
Making love, at best's a chore
But the world keeps on turning

He wanders in at half passed twelve
A little bit disheveled
Claims that he's exhausted
That it left him quite bedeviled

He exits to his own domain
As she retires alone again
But the world keeps on turning

The children grown, she goes to school
She learns the ropes in business
Gets a job from dawn til dark
And tries to manage her stress

He's retired and has more time
But now, the table's turned
And though the world keeps revolving
The bridges have been burned