The Start

Here I stand at the start of a
very long and rocky road to
freedom, alone, unknown and
untried.
Scared that what I have started
I will never be able to finish
He chose to cheat, I chose to let
him go
Would it have not been easier to forgive and
forget
To hope that every time he left the house
He headed to someplace he should
I feel deep in my heart that he was lost to me
long before the day I discovered a receipt for a dinner
I did not eat, and diamonds I do not wear
bought by a man I no longer know
So, as the starting pistol fires
I am off, running, searching, turning back,
looking forward
seeking the fork in the road that will take
me to a place I deserve to be
to once again smile, breathe and feel like me.

The Butcher

We have a man in our life
who's awfully handy with a knife
He cuts, bones and fillets with such skill
he never stands for a minute still.



He wears his boater with such pride
he is testosterone personified
He listens, teases and spins a yarn
but he never ever means any harm.



He is the hardest worker that I know
that is why we all love him so.
So if your poison it be meat
he's the man that's hard to beat.