Empty Days
EMPTY DAYS
There was a time when I was nine, where I thought my life was Ok
Another 6 years on, I was out breaking my back to earn some pay
A marriage came, then the kids, the marriage spent, the kids went
Now I am retired in the lap of luxury and all my days are idly spent
If ever there was a moral lesson to be learnt from this short poem
Is fill the cupboard full of gin and to keep the Prozac near to home
Indiana Shaw . . . ; )
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2019
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