You dropped the F bomb on him. <br />The money is gone and the rigor mortis <br />of poverty sets in….your life was his. <br />He has always been your provider; always <br />the consoler and the strong dominate male <br />who stuck out his chest, with his chin high, <br />telling the world what part of your combined anatomy <br />they could kiss. But now that the protective 'force field' <br />has been penetrated by an unfortunate series <br />of circumstances beyond even his control; <br />you finally see him as we all are.... and it is your decision, <br />not his to determine the degree to which you love. <br /> <br />2008 © TS<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/please-proceed-to-the-under-ground-bunker-directly-over-your-head/
