This time of year bring visions of
The fun I had
When I was young
But this year seems
The worse will be
Because I feel
Divorce will be
My wife tells me
It’s not enough
To work all days
To pay for stuff
She has not worked
Since we did wed
And now she spends
Most days in bed
Our home will soon
Be taken back
And she just does
So have a knack
Of feeling I should do it all
A partnership
I thought this was
Fifteen years now
Are down the drain
And I feel I
Just can’t remain
So this year will
Be the worst for me
I don’t have time
To trim a tree
I don’t have time
To give my son
A Christmas that
Will be some fun
Things are so bad
I just don’t see
How I can keep this a family
Each day yes does get
Worse and worse
And all my wife does
Is curse and curse
She tries each day
To tear me down
And it’s so hard
To be around
Someone who’s making our life worse
Oh please, oh please
Say prayers for me
That something does
Get better and I see
Someway to make
This life I see
Much better for my son and me
By Ronald Gainsford
© 2000 Ronald Gainsford
BY RGAI
