One More Chance by enlimila published on 2012/11/05 01:15:27 +0000 About the complexities of Life.... Artwork by Bridget Moore RBA NEAC ONE MORE CHANCE I know that he did wrong she said, A tear drop on the swollen cheek, But he’s not all bad. He’s good in bed And he takes the children once a week. If he’s not there then I'm alone- She paused to lick her sutured lip. I know you've done all that you can. Perhaps he'll learn now this time round. When sober he’s a gentleman. It’s my fault he acts this way. I've found All different ways to calm him down- The pen shook in her fingertips. The thing is, see, I know his ways. Without me he would just get worse. For all the blows and things he says, I know he’s sorry. The drink’s the curse And he can’t manage on his own – The pen fell from her shaking grip. I can’t sign this. I know I should. I know you think I'm foolish now, But underneath I know he’s good And we can work this out somehow. I have to leave. Let him come home. There’s worse things than a sutured lip. So I walked down the passageway And opened up the heavy door And growled to him, “Your lucky day!” “Told you so” he sneered, before Leaving. “She always gives me one More chance.” – a smirk upon his lips. ©enlimila 2012.