Wilting Rose - Copyright (C) 9/28/08 By Dan Sharpe
The kids in bed,
I rest my aching head,
his dinner's cold,
and growing old.
He's at some bar,
is that his car?
Romance has faded,
I'm getting jaded.
Am I wasting my fading years,
while he's off drowning in beers?
I used to hope and dream,
now life's like soured cream.