I Can Never Stop Working
I brought you a meatball sandwich, he said.
Pleased.
I was going on a diet.
Starting tonight.
But there is no way I can do that now, loving meatballs as much as I do.
I brought you your favorite pies, he said.
Chocolate cream, coconut cream, banana cream, lemon meringue and key lime.
He does not eat pie,
And there are only two of us living here.
I am doing my best to make him happy.
If I did not have a job where I was moving
Every second of the day I would weigh more
Than the truck that I drive, and it is an extra length truck.
I cannot imagine being retired, and living at home all day,
While he brings me my hourly pie, or my meatball sandwiches.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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