Poem -
Eight Days A Day
Today is the last one of the first week, on your new Accounting job;
Your hours are eight a.m. to four p.m., each one, for you I sob!
Because now we have to separate, when for years we shared each day;
I long to have you near me, every minute that you’re away!
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We arrive at your new company, we hug, and grab a kiss;
We whisper our “I love yous”, and say how each other we will miss!
We are apart for just eight hours, but to me, it seems so many more;
Each one is like a whole day, “Eight Days A Day” that I abhor!
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Each hour a whole day
Eight days a day we must part
Love’s sacrifice sucks
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great poem I wish you all the luck in your new job I to need job been looking what I looking for is job I can do that's not to hard and I can stay for 10 year
I think it will be good for me but I cant find what looking for maybe some day soon OH BY WAY read my new poem called MY EYES CLOSED FOREVER
A tribute to you Larry I hope you like it
My Dear Greg,
Thank you for the kind words. Hope you find what you are looking for in work. We are going to check out your new poem now.
All my love,
Larry xxx
Hello Larry...
I'm sure she would like to stay home with you too...
But, you wished she would get the job because, your funds were running low...
Those aren't terrible hours...
I think you're going to be alright...
She worked for your Son, you guys made the move that didn't work out...
You want her to work and you want her home...
Poor woman, that's a definite plate full...
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
Hugs...
sparrowsong
My Dear sparrowsong,
The difference when she worked for my son, is that she worked out of our home, and we weren't apart.
Also, this company is a half hour drive, so in taking her and picking her up, I'm driving two hours a day.
Lastly, oft times when working out of the house, she would start before 5 a.m., as opposed to now, when she works 8 to 4.
Yet, this was a blessing financially, and I am learning to live with all the negatives.
I have no right to complain, because poor Linda comes home exhausted.
She takes a nice hot shower, and I have a lovely dinner waiting for her when she gets out.
I have become the perfect househusband.
I will be starting up the art business again after New Years, when we have put aside some funds for me to do so.
All my love,
Larry xxx