One day I won’t have to work ALL the time
One day, our lives will be our own
One day, our days, we won’t have to groan.
Business to tend to, money to earn—all the money- we just seem to burn
Curtail our spending, enrich our home–Gee, we hope we get this loan.
Messes everywhere- junk to straighten, animals to tend to—-Boy! She’s a hatin’.
Tensions high-seems nothings getting done, the more I work, the more I run.
Running, working, collapsing, sleeping– all the while our house she’s keeping
She makes the house a “home” I say, but in her solitude, she wonders why to stay:
Not as young as I used to was, I wear myself out and can’t do more in the “home”.
HOME? She says she feels like it’s the pumpkin shell, where I keep her very well.
Used to say “Time will tell, time will tell, God is good, all is well…..”
Got a little counsel, couldn’t put it fully into play.
Others tear at my time and we don’t have time to sit and pray,……together as One.
Things to be done, gotta learn the new job, gotta train the fellas for the lawns and the odd job and….never done
Downsize she says. Simplify she says. I don’t have the time or energy to sort and make the house a Good Housekeeping page….bills to pay, money is my lure.
We married and I told her I work a lot. She heard “things we gotta get got”.
No! We are curtailing now, but my nose is still at the plow.
Warm, sunny, is where she wants to be, to start a life– with a community.
Pool, Bingo, Book Club, socials, and more, only a few steps from her door.
Her little, quaint place with not a pillow out of place. Simple, mostly alone as she’s always been.
Oh! But don’t tell my folks! They always did make the jokes….about her wanting to be where it’s warm. They had concern when I said I was transporting her to the Northern harm.
They know of her discontent. They know I’m a great guy and am the best “catch” she’ll ever have met.
They get indignant with her desire to keep out of the cold. Fifty degrees isn’t a mess to contend with: her body is just old.
Wait!! She and I understand each other. Life without her would be such a bother.
Maybe I should get some energy drinks and go 24/7.
What am I saying: the entire family has money ills.
I have decisions to make.Sell everything and start life again where she wants to be(I get so over-heated there, I believe I’ll be ill), file bankruptcy, downsize/clean the clutter, promise to do better, make time for taking walks together…..
Oh! If I slow down and our money is under control, I won’t have to go 90 miles a minute and I may not over-heat. I can take off my man bra and be cooler, too. I can just let my hair down and live easy. Perhaps we can go fishing.
Retirement would be ideal, but that’s a few years away. My body sure would like to retire, though……
Dear God, I pray, Dear Lord,….You know my heart and Ohhhhhhhh
Guide me, lead me, help me……..my future, You know.
You put the wife and me together, she has her health and desires…….are we gonna be put asunder??
Help……… In Jesus’ name….