The Breadwinner

You come home from work tired,wornout, beat. Your body aches all over from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet The radio blaring, theT.V is full blast Your oldest son wants to borrow the car and money for gas. You go up stairs about to lay your weary head on the bed. There on the dresser a note black and bold. If you don't have the rent you will be out in the cold. Bills upon bills a cycle that never ends. When you are in need,where are your so called friends. You go out of the bedroom you pause in the hall. You ask the Dear Lord is it really worth it all? As you stand there and ponder the thought You help your 3 year old off the bathroom pot. Back down stairs you go to the kitchen There standing by the stove on her hand a potholder glove. Is the real breadwinner my wife the woman I love From that moment on I knew the answer from the hall. Yes Dear Lord it is really worth it all.