I’ve Tried
There is nothing left to do or say
I’ve done my best in every way.
I've tried to live as a decent man
and be as honourable, as I can.
I’ve tried to be honest in all I do,
be loyal and unreservedly true.
I've worked relentlessly all my life
and put up with an unfaithful wife.
I had plenty of ambition as a younger man,
but doors never opened the way they can.
Somehow the sun didn't shine down on me,
wrong time and place, wasn't meant to be.
According to her, I never earned enough,
which made her social life very tough.
Clothes, shoes, hair, and beauty creams
were most important, and not extreme.
With me rarely having anything new to wear,
I managed with second hand or charity fair.
A night out for me; there was no chance of that;
she had the nights out whilst I baby sat.
My children's education lacked full support
because of their mother's selfish thoughts.
She managed to amass huge credit card debts
and this couldn’t be under the carpet swept.
The bailiffs came in and emptied the home,
power was cut off, with the water and phone.
My father-in-law said our debts he would pay
if she destroyed the credit cards right away.
She promised and lied, and life got worse,
and still there was nothing in her purse.
Credit cards again became her magic wand,
debts grew higher, and way beyond.
I worked all the hours that heaven sent,
but the more I earned the more she spent.
I was trapped in a circle of torment and pain,
and felt my inadequacies were to blame.
A sure way out would be the insurance money
if I actually went missing at sea...
Tomorrow I'll go to work in the usual way
and catch the boat from Dover to Calais
poem by Orlando Belo
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