To An Unnamed Woman

By Stone Bryson

Spoken declaration haunts me in my life...
"to see your daughter again - gotta make me your wife."
Well, I just couldn't do that… for her I held no love,
I wasn't even capable of liking her that much.
 

Deplorable situation, I just couldn't take the load,
with a mammoth chip on my shoulder, I headed on down the road.
I just heard, on a reliable vine, announcements she is going to send,
on the 3rd birthday of my daughter she'll marry my ex-best friend.

Copyright © 2007 Stone Bryson.  All Rights Reserved.

Written February 1989

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