I spend my time doing what you want,
Things you should have done yourself;
Don't you ever think of what I want?
Maybe it's too late for you,
But I've still my own life yet.
The time has come, you must let go;
I've got to leave,
And take your baby away.
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You know you're reading a good poem when you don't fully understand it and feel the need to discuss! To whom is this one addressed?
I wrote it when I was roughly 17, so I guess my parents. At the time, apart from all the garbage at school that was ongoing, I had decided I wanted to train as a Horse Riding Instructor, but they wanted something 'better' for me and insisted I go to University. Which I refused to do.
Bitter and twisted? Me?
Just a shade!!
Wow. That's fantastic. Even back then you were pulling those great last lines out of the bag.
Just re-read it myself:
"Don't you ever thnk of what I want?"
Thnk? Thnk?!
Must change that!
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