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He wakes very morning
to trudge through his day
a labor of love
or just bills to pay?
it seems that forever
he's been burdened with debt
and retirement a time to reflect
or regret?
She awakes every morning
to labor all day
kids are in day care
there's really no choice
no other way
the bank accounts empty
and pay day seems so far away
I think that this government
has lost the plot
think of the people
who ain't got a lot.
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I hereby retire from this website, poetrysoup.
Thank you so much for reading my poems through
the years, and the awesome comments. I have fulfilled
my obligations to myself, I hope you continue to read these.
I have met a friend who writes awesome poetry on Facebook.
I will leave you with his, and my links.
Thank You,
and have a good day
be someone and make the most of it.
-Bj Fard
www.facebook.com/TheNighttimeDaydreamer
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I Don’t Want
I don’t want my boy to grow up,
I don’t want my child to age,
I don’t want his hair to thin and grey,
or fear a war we wage.
I don’t want for him to need a job,
work each day to pay the bills,
I don’t want him feeling aches and pains,
I don’t want him taking pills.
No need for him to feel the pain,
that love and living brings.
I want him to sleep late each day,
and strum his guitar strings.
I want my boy to stay a child,
and be forever young.
No care or worries about anything,
just all day having fun.
I don’t want to cheat him out of life,
the joys of wife and children,
but the worry that this life creates,
makes peace of mind forbidden.
I don’t want him worrying about his health,
or job cuts at the office.
To his heartbreaks and his tragedies,
I won’t be an accomplice.
I don’t want him waiting up all night,
for his kids to come strolling in.
I don’t want him counting the days until
his retirement can begin.
I don’t want him worrying about how he’ll pay,
for tuition, lights and heat.
I don’t want him trying to feed five mouths,
with just one piece of meat.
Transforming into cats and dogs,
like kittens and puppies grow,
everyday my boy grows taller,
a trend not about to slow.
His voice keeps getting deeper,
too soon he’ll be a man,
small hints of teenage attitude,
but he still holds his daddy’s hand.
c Copyright 2007
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