Here’s a safe middle-class life.
Her aspirations were good,
Her Hopes clear and mundane,
Her children smart,
The home well looked after -
But something was amiss.
In all the tumult of her success,
The welter of her friends,
The slow progress to status,
There was a shadow concealing a flaw
That cracked her bliss.
It was never her fault.
Never was -
Never would be.
Someone was Always To Blame
Elsewhere.
Best to ignore it then,
These Other People And Their Problems.
You wouldn’t have thought it,
No, honestly,
Not to look at her,
But how can you communicate when You’re Always In The Wrong?
A very balanced person, but with a deep flaw - everything was someone else’s fault. After a while it becomes impossible to maintain a relationship.
