A Day In The Life Of..
Author: Ben Franklin
We work to live,
money goes out the window
like water running through a sieve,
George has a new jumper on in
so my Jim wants one,
so I tell him, ''sorry there's not enough money this month son,''
of course he runs off with the hump,
sits in his bedroom,
which I might add is a dump!!!
takes after his old man!
My Wife has decided she wants a new carpet,
she says ''WE chose the wrong colour'',
where does this we come from?
I wasn't there when you bought the damn thing!
sometimes you make me cringe!
My Daughter Amy wants some new shoes,
I must admit they are looking old and used,
so there was no way I could refuse.........
do they have night vision on them??
do they make you bounce higher then skippy the kangaroo?
£110 for a pair of shoes!!''
It then hit me like a bomb,
my kids had grown up just like
------- Author's Notes -------
this is not about me,
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Terrie* (18.104.22.168) -- Sunday, August 29 2004, 10:55 pm|
the expenses never stop, geez i'll fair warn you...wait till you have to buy the needed material for different classes especially math (calculators)....don't forget Uncle Sam he stands first in line waiting for a chunk..excellent read...
|Ben Franklin (22.214.171.124) -- Monday, August 30 2004, 03:41 pm|
Im british so we have not got uncle sam,but dont you worry they tax us like hell over here,
where it goes i dont know!
|Martin Vann (126.96.36.199) -- Monday, August 30 2004, 06:21 pm|
Give them time and soon they will learn the best that comes to them is whatthey earn. But, love, no love has a price, love is the only thing, that can fill a desparate heart, Yet, like you Ben, money is an impotrant thing, try living with out it! One other thing, love is the base of all we do and are will ever be, now, try living without love, you won't get far, but, your furniture, may be nice, but, cosmetics, are a long way from la loving heart. So, Ben give them the love as you always have, soon, the furniture will turn into a loving heart. Ben, the best of things, take what all of us, have so little of, its called time. They will see and feel your love, in time.
|Ben Franklin (188.8.131.52) -- Monday, August 30 2004, 07:44 pm|
thank you for you comment,like I said this poem is not about me and i dont care for money(at the mo)lol.
but I toatlly agree with everything you said
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