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Click hereThere's a place for him
Somewhere a place for him
Peace and quiet from a nagging tongue
Wait for him
Somewhere
There's a time for him
Someday he'll find the time
Time alone when she's not there
Time for cards and a pint of beer
Someday, somewhere
He'll find a new way of living
When she's not always asking him to be giving
His pay cheque ... somewhere... somewhere...
There's escape for him
Somewhere with a bit of help
Wave your hand when the coast is clear
Sneaking out to have a beer
Somehow...
Tonight if he's lucky, somewhere...
I like the sympathetic approach to another's unhappiness or imagined unhappiness. Just take the complaints one hears and see where they lead without making any judgments.
Somewhere: Music by Leonard Bernstein/Lyrics by Stephen Sondheim
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Some of the lyrics sure do sound a lot like your poem: <br>
There's a place for us
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Somewhere a place for us
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Peace and quiet and open air
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Wait for us
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Somewhere
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There's a time for us
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Some day a time for us
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Time together and time to spare
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Time to look, time to care
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Someday
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Somewhere
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We'll find a new way of living
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We'll find there's a way of forgiving
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Somewhere
As far as the tone of the poem goes, I was not sure how light hearted it was, maybe more of a bitter angle. <P>
What I found even more intriguing is what I perceived as hinting from the implied speaker to aspiring to having ‘alternative relations’ (better than the current one) with said un happy man.
Alluding to this type of feelings for an un available person is quite rare (for me) in reading poems hear (in a stark contrast to the prose section…). We have to accept the fact, without condoning it, that such scenarios are not a rarity. It is therefore somewhat refreshing to see someone taking on this subject perhaps from the POV of the "other woman". Which raises the question who IS the other woman? My personal answer is clear to me, but per the poem I appreciate the fact that the issue was ventured even if by hinting to it.
A rather light-hearted look, by a woman no less, of the situation that arises when a husband's no longer treated as a husband, but as a wife's employee with all those attendant rules and regulations on employee conduct. His life's little pleasures can only be obtained as guilty secrets achieved on the sly.