This is a Triple Rhyme Poem.
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This poem is a continuation of the a previous poem entitled “What Happened to Us?”
The man in this situation has reconsidered his resignation letter as being his wife’s husband.
Let’s see what happens…
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“Can We Fix It?
© 2012 Tyrone Turner
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Last night, I saw Sidney Portier’s and Bill Cosby’s 70’s film called Let’s Do it Again.
This morning I heard the Staple Singers’s song Let’s Do It Again and it made me shake my head and grin.
When you keep hearing a message over and over it must be an omen so I have to take heed and pay attention.
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I said a lot in my note to called “What Happened to Us?”
But I’ve been thinking and trying to salvage our marriage is a must.
We’re either going to solve our problems or it will be ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
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Divorce may be the end result but I’m willing to give our relationship another try.
I love us and the kids being together as I am by nature a Family Guy.
Of course I made mistakes that I approached you and confessed about and I’ll tell you why.
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When trust is betrayed it is hard to restore.
The hurt tears at your heart and you feel so empty at your core.
The impulse is to throw everything away because you don’t want to cry any more.
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I want to hold you and hear all about your heart like if I Was Your Girlfriend.
But I can’t’ do that for you as I am the one the committed the carnal sin.
Making love to another woman after our heated argument and drinking too many shots of gin.
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Sometimes your eyes are full of hearts and other times they shoot daggers.
I am humbled by my error in judgment and am no longer one that swaggers.
The gravity and profundity of the hurt I caused as I watch my reputation crumble and shatter.
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You told me that I wasn’t there for you when you were down.
I tried to be upbeat but in private I uncontrollably shed the Tears of a Clown.
I envisioned you in a designer fashion and not in a hospital gown.
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I was angry that you said I didn’t care and wasn’t giving my all.
I used to curse to myslef and ask where you got the gall.
You saying I prayed for your death got me drinking a lot and my drinks tended to be way too strong and tall.
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Hindsight is 20/20 but you were sick a lot, emotionally fragile, and as mean as can be.
You were so secretive about what you were going through so no one else knew about your ailments but me.
Compounded with the pressure of work and a leaner household budget I felt like I was drowning in a perilous, shark-infested sea.
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I understand your anger and frustration but I was your whipping boy and suffered your tirades and wrath.
A person can take but so much and it all adds up when you do the math.
Two Wrongs Don’t Make a Right, but of we agree to take a left we’ll be on a new path.
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When a bone is broken it becomes stronger than it was before.
I got a lot of love to give and I want to give you more.
A fresh new start with all the trimmings is what I have in store.
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There are conditions though if you choose to accept.
I want us to have an up-front agreement so that no one is surprised or becomes upset.
Let’s avoid either of us going into this blind and then later having regret.
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First you have to find a hobby for yourself.
When your health got bad and even since you improved you put your interests on the shelf.
You must find a release so you can have better emotional health.
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Secondly, don’t bring your anger towards coworkers or work-related projects home to me and the children.
You tend to get ticked-off easily and we have to walk on egg shells because the line between you being calm and flipping-out is so very, very thin.
My escape from your tyranny was to put on earphones and let my classic CDs spin.
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Thirdly you can’t expect us to constantly have to clean up your mess.
After a long day of work and school me and the kids have or own personal stress.
You seemed to think it was alright to leave the kitchen busted when you cooked I guess.
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Fourth and finally you can’t be a bitch to me then think I want I make love to you whenever you feel like it.
My soldier doesn’t march when I am called names and cursed at, don’t you get it?
A man can take but so much of this foul-mouthed shit.
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Fair is fair and it goes both ways so we have to make sure that we can say we found Love on a Two Way Street.
If it is one-sided it would be like a cheeseburger deluxe with no meat.
Think about what you expect of me going forward and we’ll talk about it to see if we’re on the same beat.
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If our relationship was a cake batter I would ask, “Can we mix it?”
A Tribe Called Quest asked, Can I Kick It?
But I’ll as you in the words of Bob the Builder: “Can We Fix It?”