For those who have hung around this blog for a few years you know that I’ve been prone to rhyme from time to time. It’s been a while…lucky you! But your luck has run out. The urge came and here’s where it went….
I know, I should be grateful for what I’ve got.
I shouldn’t resent what I have not.
But what a fantasy it would be to me
To embark upon a spending spree.
I cannot think what I would buy first
To relieve my wallet before it burst.
Probably it’d be something outrageous
Perhaps a red Jaguar looking just gorgeous.
Or would it be something for my Rosemarie?
Something unique and exquisite it’d have to be,
She loves jewelry, so that’s a no-brainer,
But I’d probably get her something saner.
Like a Mediterranean cruise on a private yacht.
I know her well, she’d like that a lot.
We’d be packed and gone most of the year.
Surely the lure of new places wouldn’t keep her here.
Me, I’d just as well rock on my old rockin’ chair,
Not really caring if I were here or there.
Just knowing there’d be no more struggle, no more grind,
It’d be worth all the wealth, just having peace of mind.