Poetry

One Ticket, One Ride

I remained in my first marriage
several years past its expiration date
Leaving seemed much harder than
staying but when you’re in the
wrong place a wise soul faces the
pain and escapes
As far as anyone knows we get
one shot in this place
The first and last ride
Step up and find a way
to thrive
to smile
make good use of the time
while you’re here

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