Why Bother

I sit here again; because I can't sleep I wonder,why has this happened to us again? why for the umpteenth time. we've lost it all so why do we even try to remain I can go back on the road and continue to do what I do---DRIVE Just so the bills will get paid and maybe we will be ok, maybe we will survive But oh how many times I've said these words to my children and myself such a waste of time you cannot, no matter how you try turn a penny into a dime. Money, money that's all it will take to put a stop to this awful dread But you know what? This is how I feel, I may as well be dead