He's Retired
He's retired, at last he's free,
Released from bondage now.
No longer must he watch the clock,
No slave behind a plow.
His time at last is his alone,
He'll do just as he wishes.
His wife still has a job and so,
He cooks and does the dishes.
She goes to work to earn her pay,
So he does household chores.
He thinks,"What gives!? For I could swear,
T'was not like this before."
"Where does all this dirt come from?
That woman is a pig!
Before the house was nice and clean.
My job was not so big."
"She stayed home and watched T.V.
She cooked and made some buns.
I worked all day to earn my pay,
Relaxed when day was done."
"Now I work and slave and cook and clean,
Till I can hardly stand,
And then at dawning of the day,
I do it all again."
"It's not supposed to be this way.
I wish I had a job.
Then I could work and then get paid,
And not be so bedaubed,
With so many different jobs,
Instead I'd have just one.
She could stay here just like before,
I'd slave under the gun."
Judy Ball
The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.
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