On The Hill

Our home on the hill
Was not a mansion--that's true
But lovely just the same
Because I shared it with you

We worked and we worked
And together we built
That lovely colonial
Sitting up on the hill

Our youth we did share
Our enthusiasm too
No one was more dedicated
To our home than you

You made me so happy
My life all fulfilled
As I lived out my dreams
Up there on the hill

Twenty years later--
On a bright sunny day
I decided to cook
While golf you did play

It had to be special
So I tried to find
That first favorite recipe
Of yours and of mine

I looked and looked
But with no success
For our anniversary dinner
I needed the best

So I thought for a minute
And it came to me,
"It's in the computer!"
I said with such glee

I sat in the chair--
Turned on the machine
Started looking in files
For that old recipe

And as I glanced through
One folder stood out
A small little folder
But one that caused doubt

For inside that folder
A picture appeared
Of a lovely young lady
Your hand on her rear

She stood there beside you
With a smile and bare breast
Looking so happy
With her hands on your chest

I sat there in shock
Before I realized
The truth there before me--
Right in front of my eyes

For a minute I stared
To make sure it was you
Then decided to search more
Before I was through

And there in that file
Was more to see
Like another naked lady
On your bare knee

Naked breasts and butts
And other unmentionables
Kept leaping at me
Like jellyfish tentacles

I don't know how long
I spent there that day
I felt so alone
While golf you did play

I knew dreams were dying
What a bitter pill
I felt so ashamed
In that house on the hill

And when you came home--
All hugs and a smile
I sat there wondering
If all the while

You were pretending
That you really loved me
Or if you wanted
To be set free

So with sadness I told you
Of my little find
I tried to be reasonable
I tried to be kind

But all the while
Pain burned within
I wanted to be brave
And take it on the chin

But you laughed and you mocked
And with a great sigh
You turned around
And told me more lies

So here I am
Today feeling ill
As I sit all alone
In that house on the hill



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