My pen, a sword I wield with might
To draw attention to a plight
This plight far worse than any other
Three teenagers a single mother
So very many sorrows seen
Such as auto repairs unforeseen
Fascinating you say, pray go on
Shall I explain the state of a front lawn
Grubs, weeds, overgrown grass
A landscaper’s labor would be vast
An entire dwelling in disrepair
The condition of long frizzy hair
Endless hours at work and yet
Compounding state of credit debt
Laundry of which no one will fold
Aches and pains of getting old
We all decide the paths we take
My hope– the path somehow will lead to cake
Said swordlike pen really nonexistent
The goal is only to be persistent
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One day you’ll all look back on these days and laugh hysterically. Then you’ll cry and laugh some more.
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It does lead to cake. I’m living proof. 🙂
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