! ! ! ! ! Sitting Under A Weeping Willow! ! ! ! !

Sitting under a weeping willow, At twilight, on a bench in the park, My friend always cheerful, said ‘I feel so tense and distraught, The stale air in the house Makes me feel like going away. I feel I live with a stranger, And look back wistfully on the day We took our vows to stand by Each other in joy and grief. Now he just hits the sack And we just exchange a brief Nod. I wonder if grandma was better Off, education hasn’t changed Our status from weaker sex Am at odds, as I feel alienated. Wish could go some place, I feel I can be happier alone.’ ‘Know what you mean, the rat race Sounded the death toll Of marital bliss, we all need Love, joy and companionship. I feel men too are not having it easy With performance record as a whip. At times in growing up We grow away, like a river Changing course. Time only will tell It’s getting cold, I see you shiver.’ Come home, we girls at least share a unique bond. it works like a therapy and eases the mind a lot.