I dream of constant sleepless nights
of endless noise and filfth and tears
of never having any peace
of swapping calm for endless fears.
Of babbling like an endless stream
of nonsense tripe and total tosh.
Of broken joys and treasures lost
and living caged as in a zoo.
Of debt and worries mounting high
horizon shrunken to a cot.
Career in tatters, all is gone
except a screaming red faced tot.
Your smiling face I have to cheer.
I know you mean well, yes I do.
A baby? In another year.
I’ll let you know when it is due.
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