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Maybe it is Saturday,
But it's Sunday in my heart,
Remembering things we did,
Before circumstances made us part....

I used to get up early,
Cook you a huge breakfast,
Bacon, eggs, home fries,
All a woman could want,
Turned out it wasn't me you did want,
And I shriveled 
Forever to suffer this haunt...

My teeth too crooked?
My hair too thin?
My manhood too small?
And after where you've been?

A one time junkie,
Loose as an old man's tooth,
Time to face,
What is the truth...

You took the house,
The cars, the money...
But worst of all,
What you took, my honey,
Is my time with my sons,
Time forever lost,
A thing that I know,
That can't be replaced,
At any cost,

Odd, for you were the unfaithful one,
I returned to my parents,
What have you done?
In time to see my Mom die within a month,,
I wonder if God wanted me to spend that time
With her, and called me home,
With the following years,
To keep my Dad alive,
I needed him as much,
As a bee a hive

Many years we spent,
Together as pals
Mutual support so great,
I never had to wait,
For a hand with any task,
In fact,
I never had to ask.....

But those days are gone,
As he is too,
And far too often,
I find myself feeling blue,

Things got rough,
I nearly died,
No heat, no gas, no phone,
No electricity in my home
No food, I often cried....

I learned alot from a winter
Without heat,
Sold my rights to my wife's house,
For her pretty neat...
One hundred dollars,
 and a case of Bud,
An eight hundred thousand dollar
Triple home was hers,
And I went back to bed
Cold and saddened,
Wished I was dead.

But that's life,
We carry on...
The Soup buddies now,
Keep me from being gone...

I've told only part of my tale,
Perhaps some day the rest.....
All I can say in closing,
My Soup pals are the best....

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