The Ditchdigger's Wife
The ditch digger's wife had it hard every day
But she seldom complained, don't you see.
For although it was hell scrubbing other people's floors
Her life had a certain consistency.
The banker's wife had it just as hard
Her stomach stayed tied up in knots.
With choosing the décor for the party
And the pool boy who gave her the hots.
Then one day the ditch digger came home from work
and gave his sweet wife a single rose.
she smiled as she smelled its fragrant bouquet
then went back to washing the clothes.
The banker's wife might never know
the power in that single rose
Or the love from which it was given
And how that special love grows.
For she was much too busy
Having fake fun with fake friends
Trying to forget her childhood
this ditch digger's daughter, the end.
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