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His Wife (tanka)

Updated on July 30, 2013

Looking at his wife

The husband broke down and cried

At the bitter truth

He had lost the girl he loved

And gained this view of himself


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      Victor W. Kwok 4 years ago from Hawaii

      Real clever.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      It certainly happens, but we all seem to change somehow, don't we?

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Clever indeed.

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      Vinaya Ghimire 4 years ago from Nepal

      I'm always amazed at your choice of expressions.

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      Jennifer 4 years ago from New Jersey

      Sometimes in losing something, your find yourself. Painful, but true. voted Up

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      Karen Silverman 4 years ago

      is he gay? Tell him it's ok...


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      MizBejabbers 4 years ago

      Hope it's not autobiographical!

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      Dora Weithers 4 years ago from The Caribbean

      Sober reflection short and powerful!

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      Thomas Silvia 4 years ago from Massachusetts

      Very clever my friend !

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      dreamseeker2 4 years ago

      Aww...sad reflection, but a great write! ; ) Voted it up and awesome!

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      Shauna L Bowling 4 years ago from Central Florida

      That's what happens when a couple dresses alike!

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      Cat 4 years ago from New York

      I don't know what'd be more painful; the loss or the gain?

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      Sunny River 4 years ago from A Place Without A Name which resides somewhere between Fantasy and Belief, just north of Reality

      Ouch. That doesn't sound like a happy view.