One of these days you will wake and smell the cherry blossoms/ wafting from your bathroom/ and through the central air vents./ She will be content./ She will be happy./ And you will ask yourself/ why didn’t you see it sooner./ When gas was cheap/ and drugs were bad/ not cool./ Your eyes will fill with tears/ and will zero-in on the dust mites littering your bedroom./
One of these days you will wake up and smell the sweat of regret/ poisoning your bedsheets./ She will be content./ She will be happy./ And you will wonder how the hell you got so lucky./ The bills are late/ and you called in sick today/and yesterday./
One of these days you will not wake up./ Your wife will be beautiful/ and you will be alive./ Dead with guilt./ She will be content./ She will be happy./ Thanking yourself for doing so good/ Asking yourself why the hell you never left./
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