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Money In But Not For Long

'Halloween' someone called out
'Hello' ween did reply
That was such a pathetic joke
It's enough to make you cry
But worry not, because it means
Christmas is on the way
And after that is the festival
Of bills you have to pay
Birthdays come throughout the year
And still more bills arrive
Like insurance for the house and car
It costs a lot to be alive
But think of your summer holiday
A time of family fun
Try not to think of the credit card bill
When the holiday is done
Now comes the new school uniforms
The children grow so very fast
But it's only until they're sixteen
Then that bill will be past
They want to go to uni
So you have to pay the fee
That's another chunk of your wages
That you will never see
Finally they do leave home
And they will want their own place
But they can't afford it so
They come to you with a sad face
You are now a grandparent
A free babysitter too
Even though you have retired
There’s still no time for you
Now your life is at an end
The family all gather round
They wonder why you’re smiling
What secret have you found
Is there really a heaven above?
Has an angel come for you?
No, it means the bank of parent
Is now for your children to go through.

Submitted: Monday, October 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, October 28, 2013


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  • Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (10/28/2013 10:30:00 AM)

    And after all those years of intense toil
    And your bone and joints creaky without oil
    And grey the head and beard that turn
    To look at life with eyes that no longer burn
    With the rage of youth or of expectation
    You will have your pleasure as wrinkled fingers hold
    Your grand child's soft fingers in your fold
    And both walk awkward in the sunlight bold

    Excellent poem sir and welcome to my page

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