One of These Days - a poem
One of these days I’ll own a big house
with two roomy floors, one for kids, one for spouse
with a eat-on sundeck and a swimming pool,
where neighbors are distant and privacy rules.
One of these days I’ll own that big house.
One of these days I’ll own a nice car
with windows that work and tires that don’t jar,
with lots of room and one of those GPS things,
a heater that works and a radio that sings.
One of these days I’ll own that nice car.
One of these days I’ll own clothes fine
that are not hand-me-offs, but new and just mine,
that don’t come all tattered or with fabric all worn
or with colors faded and seams that are torn.
One of these days I’ll own clothes so fine.
One of these days I’ll earn a fair wage
for all the stories I write page after page
and formulated by publishers who couldn’t care less
if poverty and illness upon creativity make stress.
One of these days I’ll earn that fair wage.
One of these days I’ll have a good man
one loving and who against wrong makes a stand,
fathering the children who enjoy my company
and whose laughter resonates and fill us with glee.
One of these days I’ll have that good man.
One of these days I’ll dance in the sun,
open my eyes to blessings already won
and toast the ones who made the best dream real
and showered me with riches no sorrow can steal.
Yes, my good man and my children so dear,
today is that day I dance in the sun.
©November 2011 by Beth Perry
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