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Sometimes I wish I was poor again

Updated on May 1, 2016

I work at night, and she works the days.

Both of us running round doing anything that pays.

We work, and work trying to give our children better, and more.

But God, I sometimes miss the days when we were poor.

I miss Hamburger Helper with all of us around the table.

I miss working together on the house work because we were able.

I miss her meeting me at the door.

I miss loving each other through the night, and in the morning a little more.

I miss sitting together, and holding hands.

Not caring that dinner came from a box or cans.

I would gladly trade some overtime money.

For a little more time for her to be with me.

But here I go stepping out the door as she is coming in.

Her work day over, mine about to begin.

Sometimes as I step out the door.

I think, God I'd give anything to go back to being poor.

The cars are barley running, and we need a roof too.

The grass needs cutting and the water bill is over due.

But all I want is time with her and the kids too.

It might be nice to see my Dad, and brothers now and then.

But we both have to work or the money gets to thin.

I don't know how much longer I can go on this way.

Both of us alone in bed night after night and day after day.

But we keep on going on as before, She comes in, and I go out the door.

Wish'n to God I could go back to being poor.

Sometimes I just want to give up the struggle.

Go back to days that ended with us wrapped in a snuggle.

Not worry about the bills left unpaid. Just basking in the afterglow of love just made.

We work, and work trying to give our children better, and more.

But God, I sometimes miss the days when we were poor.

Here I go stepping out the door as she is coming in.

Her work day over, mine about to begin.

Sometimes as I step out the door.

I think, God I'd give anything to go back to being poor.

But we keep on going on as before, She comes in, and I go out the door.

Wish'n to God I could go back to being poor.

I would rather have her than all our worldly possessions.

Give up the stress and struggle, to get back the lovemaking sessions.

God I'd give anything to stop passing her at the door.

Even if it meant living life dirt poor.


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