Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

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.

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Rhona Mcferran October 6, 2018 at 3:06 PM This made me smile! I know we had a lot less "junk" in the house when I used to do all our shopping myself. But- I can't get mad when he brings home my favorite snacks & desserts... ;P Rhona Mcferran October 8, 2018 at 12:39 AM Hahaha! ;D You have such a hilarious way of putting things! Caren Krutsinger October 6, 2018 at 3:16 PM No I am not mad, I just do not want to have to use a hoist to get up and down from my meatball-eating recliner.

Tom Cunningham October 6, 2018 at 7:32 AM Work till you drop is the message I get here Caren. Although I'm retired I keep busy and sometimes there isn't enough hours in the day. Tom. Caren Krutsinger October 6, 2018 at 3:16 PM I know what you mean Tom as they give us insane amounts of vacations in the school system.