A day in the life of Mum
Do we leave or shall we stay?
Sell up and go? Or hold on and pray?
So I ask him “what shall we do?”
And he replies “I dun no, it’s up to you!”
And so we go round and round in circles,
And still I sit here playing mah-jong turtle.
I want to be somewhere in the sun,
Travelling around and having fun.
But instead I’m here in the damp and cold,
Getting fat and feeling old.
Why retire after-all
Just to stare at the wall!
Same shit, different day,
And feeling ever more dismay,
Stuck watching him play on the laptop,
Whilst he tap-tap-taps at his betting shop!
I want to be off to a better place,
Enjoying myself with the sun on my face!
But when and how, I don’t know,
And should we stay or should we go?
Am I selling my golden goose?
Or putting my head in the hangman’s noose?
Jump this way, or jump that,
Go on our travels, or get a cat?
Worry about everyone else,
Or stuff them all and think of myself?
Oh I don’t know, let’s wait and see...
In the meantime how ‘bout a nice cuppa-tea?!