i wrote this one for a female friend few years back:

Bang a drum
(with apologies to bon jovi)

kisses are cold hugs are stale
like bookends trapped in their pages
of what could have been
groping for reasons to all the sacrifices
thanks God, the kids are around,
the reason to exist, the reason to hang on

when did making love turned to having sex?
you begin to wonder if xerex' stories were true
but the kids are there, the reason to sacrifice
the kids are there to channel the loving
the kids are there to cover the pain

a woman's longest battle had just began
when she begins to realize,
that the man she slept with last night,
was not the superman he seems;
the knight in the shining armor

bang a drum for the woman
who in marriage' name survives,
in marriage' name sacrifices,
in marriage' name fools herself,
into acting out what she is not
BANG A DRUM

and this one was written during these times when you seem not to ran out of questions to ask:

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If trials are meant to make us tough,
why does it make us numb?

If friends are meant for keeping,
why do they say goodbye?

If mornings mark new beginnings,
why do we pick up where we ended the day before?

If we are responsible for our decisions,
why aren’t we given the best choices?

If life’s questions doesn’t have much of an answer,
then how are we supposed to live it?