The Bread Winner

YOU COME HOME FROM WORK TIRED,WORNOUT,BEAT. YOUR BODY ACHES ALL OVER FROM THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD, TO THE BOTTOM OF YOUE FEET THE RADIO IS BLARING,THE T.V. IS BLAST. YOUR OLDEST SON WANTS TO BORROW THE CAR AND MONEY FOR GAS. YOU GO UPSTAIRS ABOUT TO LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD ON THE BED. THERE ON THE DRESSER,A NOTE,BLACK AND BOLD. IF YOU DONT HAVE THE RENT YOU WILL BE OUT IN THE COLD BILLS UPOM BILLS, A CYCLE THAT NEVER ENDS. WHEN YOU ARE IN NEED, WHERE ARE YOUR SO CALLED FRIENDS.? YOU GO BACK OUT OF THE BEDROOM AND PAUSE IN THE HALL, YOU ASKED THE DEAR LORD IS IT REALLY WORTH IT ALL. AS YOU STAND THERE AND PONDER THE THOUGHT, YOU HELP YOUR THREE YEARS OLD OF THE BATHROOM POT. YOU GO BACK DOWNSTAIRS TO THE KITCHEN, THERE STANDING BY THE STOVE,ON HER HAND A POT HOLDER GLOVE. IS THE REAL BREAD WINNER,YOUR WIFE,THE WOMEN YOU LOVE. FROM THAT MOMENT ON, YOU KNEW THE ANSWER FROM THE HALL. YES DEAR LORD IT IS REALLY WORTH IT ALL.