The Wedding Ring
I looked down at the ring of gold...
the ring of solid gold on my finger.
It's meaning doesn't feel the same...
ain't quite the same feeling I had...
when it was placed there...
some many years ago.
Here I sit... now playing with it
feeling not even a tingle.
Not a hint of the excitement...
can I remember, no matter how
hard I try. Can't seem to recollect
the reason why I said, 'I do'...
so willingly on that eigth day of July.
I gazed down once again...
gazed at the ring of gold on my finger.
It was tarnished... much like our relationship.
Old, worn out... devoid of the happiness it
was supossed to represent.
Here I sit... now alone.
Here I sit, on my own...
staring at the ring of gold...
the ring of solid gold that's not on my finger.
It's not on my finger... any... more.
By Prince41
© 2004 Prince41
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