Obligations

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When did love become an obligation

And not freely given-freely taken?

With our busy schedules in our lives

With our husbands and our wives,

Spontaneity has to be forsaken.

I wish that I could drop by anytime

On a whim without a reason or a rhyme

Be greeted at the door with a grin

And ushered to gladly come on in

But that would cause the order to be shaken

I know that schedules need to be in place

But if only there could be an empty space

At the table just for me

Welcome whenever I am free

A look of welcome when you ever see my face.