Having dyslexia and dysculcia
I always left finance's to my wife.
The good times outweighed the bad time's.
No I cannot forgive lest I forget.
Being dyslexic she often looked after the account,
Money was tight, I often dispared at our life.
Not being able to afford the luxuries,
For my deserving wife.
She would disparagingly hunt for an account,
I asked and asked and asked ;
Although I loved her to nothing it did amount.
Forty odd years went by sometimes all I do is cry,
All around me had House's why did they why why why.
Then I lost my credit card as COVID struck,
Like a lightning bolt from a clear blue sky.
So as a joint account I used other half's
credit card, Covid hit me hard.
I think I was first of many, Doctors didn't know
what was going on. Striking muscles one by one,
As the carer for the rest of my family I found it very hard.
I was off sick as the furlough hit, As I got my pension,
Made my living wage. Wife no longer had a credit card.
For her between us she had an imaginary tension,
She often asks do I still love her, Bless,
The answers always yes.
In six months our savings went up,
As my health spiraled down.
I received a commendation from work,
What goes around comes around.
It seems I left part of me behind,
Yes COVID took that life from me.
Retirement came unwillingly at first,
My imaginary prison couldn't break me free.
One thousand a month she spent,
For Forty years in charity shops no less.
The house was like our lives,
Always in a mess.
They say love is blind,
But stupid and dumb I cannot lie.
I'm a carer for my family,
Sometimes I wish that I could die.
How can I live a life,
Filled with such sorrow.
I'm too much a coward to take my life
Perhaps I'll have better luck tomorrow.
Now there's no money left,
Do I still love them all.
Can't you even guess,
What would your answer be?
Mine is always yes.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-07-08 at 22:05
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I always left finance's to my wife.
FAMILY LIFE
AHH sweet sixteen is when we meet,The good times outweighed the bad time's.
No I cannot forgive lest I forget.
Being dyslexic she often looked after the account,
Money was tight, I often dispared at our life.
Not being able to afford the luxuries,
For my deserving wife.
She would disparagingly hunt for an account,
I asked and asked and asked ;
Although I loved her to nothing it did amount.
Forty odd years went by sometimes all I do is cry,
All around me had House's why did they why why why.
Then I lost my credit card as COVID struck,
Like a lightning bolt from a clear blue sky.
So as a joint account I used other half's
credit card, Covid hit me hard.
I think I was first of many, Doctors didn't know
what was going on. Striking muscles one by one,
As the carer for the rest of my family I found it very hard.
I was off sick as the furlough hit, As I got my pension,
Made my living wage. Wife no longer had a credit card.
For her between us she had an imaginary tension,
She often asks do I still love her, Bless,
The answers always yes.
In six months our savings went up,
As my health spiraled down.
I received a commendation from work,
What goes around comes around.
It seems I left part of me behind,
Yes COVID took that life from me.
Retirement came unwillingly at first,
My imaginary prison couldn't break me free.
One thousand a month she spent,
For Forty years in charity shops no less.
The house was like our lives,
Always in a mess.
They say love is blind,
But stupid and dumb I cannot lie.
I'm a carer for my family,
Sometimes I wish that I could die.
How can I live a life,
Filled with such sorrow.
I'm too much a coward to take my life
Perhaps I'll have better luck tomorrow.
Now there's no money left,
Do I still love them all.
Can't you even guess,
What would your answer be?
Mine is always yes.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 91 times
Written on 2024-07-08 at 22:05
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