STRESSED

by

Paul Curtis

I gave up the fags over a year ago
I miss them now so much you know
I’m overweight by over fifty pound
I’m getting old and getting round
My house is far too small to fit
And I have no money to extend it
I’m now leaving middle age behind
My face is really creased and lined
My hair shows age without a doubt
What isn’t Grey has now fallen out
With the same work for thirty years
Giving all, blood sweat and tears
I’ve hated my job I really have to say
But needs must at the end of the day
The job I hate I've been doing so long
Where oh where did I go so wrong
I should feel heartily depressed
All broken, strained and stressed
But life’s not so bad, God forbids
If you happen to have a wife and kids

NEXT?
Why don't you look at STOP
by: John Crankshaw
from: Blackwood, NJ, US

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