Crying Poem

Whoa to Christmas
Can't you see
There won't be any presents
under our Christmas tree
Money is tight, Can't get a grip
to many bills and taxes
What a rip
My job will end
Forced to retire soon
hell on the baby boom
Got to be 60 to retire from the Guard
Years of service,
Have to wait to collect
They make it hard
Can't pay bills, Money is tight
Something in this picture
ain't right
Grandkids will ask
Where's my presents.
They won't understand, We don't have Cents
Forget a bill, Sell a chair
Presents he will have
It's time to share
Turn in pop cans, buy a gift,
Ariel and Dallas will be happy
My emotions shift
From smiles to tears
I start to cry
We need help
were way behind
Taxes and rent
Bills and food
What can I say,
WHOA TO CHRISTMAS
I cry everyday
Whoa To Christmas by Phil Mullins @FamilyFriendPoems

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