Bills, Bills, Bills
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He was
sitting at the bar,
His eyes
were full of tears,
He claimed he was a bit tipsy,
He’d had one
too many beers,
“Son, let me tell you a story,
About what
happened to me,
Sometimes life
just isn’t fun,
And I’ll bet
you’ll agree,
If you’ll buy me one more drink,
I’ll tell my
tale of woe,
I’ll tell
the truth, the awful truth,
Then I’ll
have to go,
A year ago I
was much like you,
I was
convinced I had it all,
I had a job
and was very smug,
That was
before my great fall,”
“I don’t
love you now,
That you’re
down and broke,”
I can still
hear her voice ringing,
With the
harsh words she spoke,
Then she
piled bills, bills, bills,
Upon the
countertop,
“You just don’t
earn enough money,
These bills
just have to stop,”
“Would she
still be hanging around,
To tell me I’m
worse than a louse,
If I told
her I was just laid off,
And soon I
would lose the house,
Because of
bills, bills, bills,
I needed a
brand new start,
Every penny
was simply gone,
And my life
was falling apart,
There was no
way to reassure her,
Without having
to continually lie,
No cash was
in my bank account,
My investments
had gone awry,
If I had
diamonds and lots of gold,
Reported to
be a girl’s best friend,
I’d spend
freely to buy love,
And keep up
with the prevailing trend,
Because I have
bills, bills, bills, bills,
There’s no
merriment in the house today,
My wife has
up and left me,
But the
debts are here to stay,
Credit
cards, checkbook, transactions online,
In
commercials all is done with a smile,
I know I can’t
take money with me,
But I’d like
to have some for awhile,
And bills,
bills, bills, and more bills,
Are raining
from the sky,
How can I
pay if I’ve nothing to give,
I’m worried
but I can’t even cry,
Be generous,
help the poor,
Everywhere I
turn it’s the same,
People I’ve
never met before,
Suddenly know
my name,
But bills,
bills, bills, bills,
I wish
someone really understood,
These bills
are driving me crazy,
I’d shred
them if I could,
A bundle of
bills are waiting,
They’re
coiled and ready to strike,
A cardboard
box will be my new home,
My next car
will be a bike,
And now
there are bills, bills, bills,
The postman
brings me more,
The creditors
are getting anxious,
They’re
beating on my door,
No job, ill
health, lots of stress,
Problems greet
me every day,
Friends
avoid me like the plague,
Only the
bills are here to stay,
Late bills,
silver bills, big bills,
No way can I
relax,
Percentage
rates are raised,
Now I can’t
pay my tax,
Easy money
and easy street,
Seemed like
a life for me,
But bills,
bills, bills, bills,
Keep me in
agony,”
He took a swig
and stumbled out,
Into the
dark of night,
I watched
him go as long as I could,
Until he was
out of sight,
I often think
of what he said,
About being
in agony,
As the bills
come in each month,
I wonder if
it could happen to me.
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Common Threads
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Woven
through our lives were common threads,
They were almost alike but were not the same,
Some strands
we followed that nowhere led,
As we chased
dreams of fortune and fame,
There were truths and lies we often said,
But life
gave each of us a different game,
Life’s fabrics
were woven and pieces shred,
When money
talked and called your name,
I have no regrets
for all that could have been,
I avoided
risks that would have brought me shame,
My love was not
squandered at slightest whim,
Our common threads
were not spun the same,
You flirted
with danger, went out on a limb,
Looked for
easy wealth that was lying around,
Tried to convince
yourself how life was grim,
When things
went awry and no money was found,
You wanted
to stay young, all fit and trim,
While you
waited for your ship to come in,
You hovered
at the edge of life’s rim,
Never
thinking about loss, just expecting to win,
Common
threads woven were not the same,
I discovered
that money couldn’t buy everything,
Your threads
spelled out a different name,
You got your
diamonds and had your fling,
I made choices
and my story became mine alone,
You were
convinced my decisions were rash,
But relationships
were important and I had grown,
I could not
compromise and turned down hard cold cash,
Threads were
woven into a pattern of my own,
You needed
more than I had to remain my friend,
All the love
we had shared and ever known,
Could not
keep us together at the end,
But you were woven into my life,
My heart still
dreamed and called your name,
Your absence
cut through me like a knife,
Common
threads woven were not the same,
I sometimes wondered how many threads,
Needed to be
woven to make you strong,
And how weak
would I be if I continued alone,
Our lives
turned out differently and oh, so wrong,
Life offered
you riches and you sold out,
Money was
more important than us being we,
At death you’ll
leave it all behind, I have no doubt,
As death
wraps us both, you’ll have the same threads as me.
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When Love is Shallow, But Other Times Deep
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When Love is Shallow, But Other Times Deep
Although Amanda and I were married way too young,
She’s still great and I insist her praises should be sung,
But she’s really tired sometimes and I have needs,
Everyone knows a man is supposed to spread his seed,
I knew Amanda and I should be honest from the first day,
That there were things I needed to say,
I didn’t want misunderstandings, or her to have pain,
So I figured if the air was cleared, we’d both gain,
We cuddled, loved, kissed, and talked,
But when she complained too much I walked,
Right out to my car and down to the bar,
After a few drinks I wished upon the brightest star,
That’s when the idea hit me, it really made sense,
Two people always together becomes way too intense,
I make good money, and if I used my head,
There’s no reason to fight when I could be loving instead,
On my next business trip I met Kristi and liked her a lot,
She was witty and charming, but she was also distraught,
Her fiance had broken their engagement so drinks I bought,
She wanted my advice so I told her what I thought,
“The pain of a breakup is one of the worst in your life,
Memories of the good times cut your heart like a knife,”
I told her she should go where her hurting heart led,
We talked and we drank, and I took her to bed,
We made love several times throughout the night,
And when the sun came up it still felt right,
“You’re beautiful,” I told her again and again,
“This is a good way for your new life to begin,”
“You can’t stop loving because when it feels right,
You see the world differently, in a special kind of light,”
We talked about our desires and our future plans,
A few sales trips later I put a diamond on her hand,
(To Be Continued)
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Christmas on Display
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Christmas on Display
It is a magical time when adults are children again,
Excitement is in the air; it’s time for the season to begin,
The world is made new with snow, carols, and lights,
It is a time for smiles, curiosity, new found delights,
As shoppers browse and look down every aisle,
They think of loved ones and what could bring smiles,
Each gift, real and imagined, is eagerly sought,
Checked off and compared, before it is bought,
Perfumes, delicately misted on the inside of wrists,
Waft fragrances of desire, evoke love to exist,
Shirt and tie combinations with matching hues,
Suggest dinner engagements and ocean cruise,
Adults use magic to impress with fancy things,
Diamonds and gold, expensive watches and rings,
Lingerie is checked for eye-catching appeal,
For lovers unsure how much skin to reveal,
It is a time of seeing the world through others’ eyes,
But the goal is keeping love alive, not the surprise,
New beginnings for some or memories of times past,
The season for showing love is here; the die is cast,
Love’s awesome power, which holds so much sway,
Will be represented by gifts, all on display.
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