Half An Hour

It´s after eight and Mrs. Pearson is lying in her bed she thought about her life she´s tired of the work and she is sad...

No, no she hasn´t any bruises on her body in this time she´s under cower with the tears and waiting that all will be fine...

Where´s the rose,and where´s the opened red wine?

Let´s play like normal married people just for a while

Where´s the ticket to theatre?

and where´s the kiss for good night?

where´s the simple sign of favour and reason for life?

Can you have som reasonable chat for half an hour?

without bruises screem and slaps, and love each other!

I´m sure you´ll find your sanity - not more just half an hour remember your life before you became sour!

- not more just half an hour!

Adjoining room is empty but it´s place for husband of hers there´s only smoke of cigars, dirty clothes an glass of water

The common photo in the wooden frame is already broken the only move from wall to wall is Mrs. Pearson

- she is walking...

I know that´s not time for gifts, and dice were already thrown wedding ring is hangs on lace - he left her alone

did he forget about her, and did he find another?

sometimes when he comes at home but not like a father!

Can you have som reasonable chat for half an hour?

without bruises screem and slaps, and love each other!

I´m sure you´ll find your sanity - not more just half an hour remember your life before you became sour!

- not more just half an hour!

Where´s the rose, and where´s the opened red wine?

Let´s play like normal married people just for a while

where´s the ticket to theatre?

and where´s the kiss for good night?

where´s the simple sign of favour and reason for life?