The fact of separation brings out quirks
In people, that may turn them into jerks.
But later on, when things have settled down,
The urge to shave your head, or paint the town
Recedes, and life becomes a little clearer.
And then of course, you're looking in the mirror.
A small but chronic lateness with The Check
Invites an inquisition in the wreck
Your life has now become. A normal slice
Of daily this or that becomes a vice
Requiring introspection. Do you drink?
The scary music starts. Do people think
That you've become an alcoholic ruin?
(Are fewer people asking how you're doin'?)
Or is your downfall simpler -- do you smoke?
Do you continue, even though you're broke?
Will all these little bits of recreation
Prevent your children's college education?
My pricey little habit isn't much
Compared to others -- still, it's such a crutch
That I can't think of coming back from town
Without my balance sheet two dollars down.
It isn't sex, I don't smoke cigarettes,
I don't exhaust my purse with off-track bets,
I don't use chocolate, gum, or English toffee.
But I can't do without my Starbucks coffee.
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At the core in this life, the guilt, at the core.
Good writing. Glad I found your blog today.