Morty Never Pursued His Dreams

Morty settled back to do the audit of the day The numbers began to blur, and he slept away His wife tiptoed around him, without any say. She knew math did not make him joyful or gay. He got his accounting degree back in ‘73 It’s not the one I wanted he told his wife Bea. But now that I have it, I am stuck at my dad’s company Morty was doing the same job in two thousand twenty-three His wife covered his feet and tiptoed out of sight. She turned down the fire and flipped off the light. Morty was dreaming of being a cartoonist which felt right. He had never pursued his dreams; risk giving him fright.