"that's it," she said, "enough....I'm through"
- she's had her fill of making do
she's sick to death of putting up
with nothing but a half-filled cup
dropping out of going without
she thinks it's time that she got out
resigning from the daily grind
she's leaving drudgery behind
this friend of mine at last is free
to seize her opportunity
she's off to Greece hoping to find
herself, like Shirley Valentine
Nice one Paul,
This probably applies to most of us - in different ways - at one time or another.
Suki
Hi Lynn, so pleased you loved this poem. And, sure, you can go with her, I'm certain she'd be thrilled by your company (not to mention your self-defence skills!) ??
Thanks Lynn,
Paul
Can I go with her? Love it
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Paul Waring
Thu 16th Feb 2017 17:32
Hi Suki, you are right. How perceptive of you.
In 1982, as a crazy dreamer of a young man I set out to spend a winter on a Greek island. Sadly, on the 2nd day whilst hitch-hiking through France all my possessions were stolen!
Never got to Greece but, after getting a new passport in Genoa, spent 2 unforgettable months in Italy, France, Spain, Morocco and Portugal until my money ran out!
Paul