Courting the End
A room filled with manic voices,
mingling stories of tragic choices,
lives entwined in the dance of fate,
love's sweet flower has turned to hate
for the one who was their life long mate.
Laughter rings in hollow echo's
not the tones of levity,
nervous laughter speaks of sadness,
for the final last decree.
Patience is a standing virtue,
until your number is soon called,
another form
another window,
the process starts,
the process stalls.
Lawyers mingle in our midst,
tending to the mindful endings.
Only seen to be defending,
legal needs they are attending,
in the wake of lovers rending,
on separate paths they will be sending
a new divorce will now be trending.
Say good bye to the courting ritual,
make a vow not to be habitual,
now that you are finally free
to be a happy individual.
poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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