Category: Divorce

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Lines Written Just Before Decree Is Final

God, tear from out this heart of me
Each soul-searing memory
That crushes my constructive thought
And such small peace as may be sought
Among the unshed tears.
Make my remaining years
Contain new life, new hope. Don’t blur
Perception with the thought of her.

God, if there’s justice, hear my rhyme,
And let her haunt one at a time!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, September 11, 1951

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Flaw

Free as the wind is this newly-won freedom;
Free as the waves tossed ahead to the shore;
“Free!” sings the chorus, and each of the verses,
Freedom undreamed of and unknown before!
Fate, though, is chuckling–must Fate ever titter?
Free as the wind can be fully as bitter.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, August 21, 1951