Can’t Get There from Here

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I took your love for granted,
and now I’ve paid the price.
I threw it all away
just like a gambler throws the dice.
You are all I ever wanted,
how could I have been so blind,
You finally walked away from me,
tired of being burned.
Mistakes have left me stranded
at this point of no return.
I’m looking for a way back,
but you’ve made it very clear.
The road is closed between us,
I can’t get there from here.
Anita Stubbs

 

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Anita Stubbs

I am a private person, but need a place to publish my writings, which have accumulated over the years.   I am in the autumn of my life, and feel the need to preserve some of what I have written in forms of poetry, short stories, and articles.  I have written one novel and now am working on my second one. I live quietly with my husband of 57 years, as of this coming November, in Texas.  My ancestors first came to Texas prior to the Civil War.  Other than the five or so years when we moved out of state, I have lived my life here. Anything more you may wish to know about me, you can hopefully gather from my writings, as far as my values, my character, and my impressions of humanity -- in as much and as far as I have experienced it, or imagined it.

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