For All The Days Poem by Paul Reed

For all the days you spoilt for me
For all the days you marred
You owe me good days in return
For making life so hard

For all the times that should have been joyous
The times you turned to sorrow
For all the days I spent in dread
Looking towards tomorrow

For all the evenings that should have been normal
But when you brought fear in the night
When I recoiled and had to retreat
You squealed with cruel delight

But despite everything you plotted
Despite your puerile grin
I still have my sense of humour
So you lose - I win