They don’t care,
if your monthly car, mortgage, utility bills,
credit card payments, a loan you’re paying back
your father inlaw has always been on time,
or if.
You didn’t see the no parking or stop sign.
Can’t afford a cap on your cracked front tooth,
so it doesn’t have to be extracted, or that.
You’re sending your child to a private school,
cause of a hearing problem born with.
They don’t care.
You're driving an eighteen-year-old car, or that.
It just about turned over this morning, or the toilet
backed up, you water heater’s has a slow leak, and
is gonna need to be replaced soon, before it bursts
and floods the basement.
They don’t care.
That person riding the same bus as you each morning,
working next to you ten years on the job,
sitting in the dentist’s waiting their turn to be tortured.
The policeman that pulled you over.
The bank that holds your montages.
The utility company that, thanks you each month,
on your bill, for being a prompt paying customer.
The purser at your child’s school.
They don’t care, they just don’t care!
No thing is as it was to be thankful for, thankful none
To be that unthankful for the life we see
Seen or sought all store bought
Collecting venture every type
Fashion sensible inseams
Thankful for, thankful none who are giving
Paying back and paying front
Never paying forward to some
Ungrateful are the price tags that limit
A new arrival in style that fits best
Unthankful for, body image
Thankful for, thankful none
Who show off more than most have
In a world where care is rare to be found
Cold stares from every where unthankful for nights out
Inspections are as they go when value is through sight
Unthankful when the judgement is passed
As a cover of a book in dim light
Never reading past the surface to find thanks to give
Appreciation at a low without recognition
A simple thanks to goodbye, hello
I love you, you are forgiven
Thankful none those unthankful ones
Just a waste of time
Priceless is the value of freely being kind
Unthankful not for those thankful none who do not see quite yet
To be thankful for the preciousness of goodness that should be spread
Oh no...I see her number on the screen!
I didn't answer calls from her last week.
One hundred miles away, cousin Colleen...
I know just what she wants! I want to shriek!
A month ago she asked our cousin Sue
if she thought I would lend some funds to her,
and Sue told her she didn't know, pursue
by calling me direct...what she'd prefer.
So now the answer's left to me alone.
Sue knew that this request would never fly.
I wish she'd told Colleen on that darn phone
my answer would be no, and she'd know why!
You see, cousin Colleen is known for crime
of begging money from a cousin-kin
and never paying back a single dime!
She's nice...this just might be her only sin.
Dear cousin Sue was hit hard just last year
and should have told Colleen, firmly and loud,
to never bother me! It's very clear
scamming another cousin's not allowed!
Now what to do with cousin Colleen's mess...
next time, pick up that phone...or let it ring?
I know...with my soft heart, I must confess...
...most likely I will help...absorb the sting.
May 26, 2016
~HM~
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Actually...partly based on truth!
The clock on the wall says 7.30 sharp
And the bell on the alarm clock rings loud
A tear fills your eye as you realise why the sound as woken you from dreamland
It's the 9.00 rush here to use up your life all for the sake of the wife and the kids
You leave the mortgaged up house and drive in the car which your paying back for the next 5 years
Wearing the suit that you bought for your good father's funeral
who passed before time because of his job and the dust and the grime
You sit at your desk wishing your work hours away
But you only live once and them hours and days are lost off your life clock for good
your shift ends at 5.00 and rush home to see the girl of yours dreams and your child
You open the door and find on the floor a note to say au voir dear
with the furniture gone, and at the same time your hopes and your dreams
So you open the note to read why and it seems your never about and didn't give her the time she deserved, and now she has left you for good .
so please remember this tale and spend as much time as you can with the ones that you love .
A far cry from a woman who has so much
But no one wants to hear from her this season
I have all that I need, at least that's what I am told
I have a home, a job, a love, do I need another reason?
But it's more than these holy, toes poking through socks
I want to start over again and choose a different life
One that doesn't require me paying back student loans
But has to have two jobs, I know of my trife
If I complain out loud then I feel guilt for those who have less
If I don't complain then how will people know that I struggle
This holiday I shop, get tattooed, drink and cry
Hoping to cope with the numbness and pity I juggle
Should I remain silent and be grateful for what I have?
Yet the vodka tastes so well as I sit and reflect on my choices
People have no idea that I have this fit in me and I want to fight
I could never deny that I have something inside of me, voices
Loaned to all at one’s birth, a life and time,
For some, a life time paying back every dime.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
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