FINAL CURTAIN
Hard being a woman in a man’s
world
You learned this when you were
a girl
So you grew up without personal
power
Being the good girl, the
perfect flower
You were taught to play the
role
Find a man and fit into his
mold
Be the perfect wife, clean up
his mess
Your life is tied to his
success
Be the wife and lover and nurse
Never admit at all how much you
hurt
Looking in the mirror, you turn
your back
Denying yourself, you keep up
the act
You acted out things that weren’t
true
So that I would fall in love
with you
Imitating my dreams and my
goals
Was just another act, just
another role
Acting out your life can’t be
fun
Changing your role to please
everyone
Now we both hurt so very deep
inside
Because who you are … is a
disguise
I can no longer stay married to
you
You’re not the one to whom I
said “ I do”
Always playing the act, has for
certain
Pulled the rope on our final
curtain
© 1994 Jerome M. Waler
Montrose, CO