*Some are jealous of my life
because it is the single strife
No kids to to clean up after
No roles for the actor
No husband to answer to
No nightly deja vu
No cooking and cleaning that must be done
No filled minivans, on the run
No soccer practice, no paintings to hang
No afternoon quarrels of who should pick up the 'tang'
The grass is always greener
I always say
For my nights and days are filled with gray
I cook and clean for myself
For these are the cards I've been dealt
No one to answer to
No quarrels or games
This life alone is such a shame
The pictures I hang are of my travels
But all I want are crayonned marvels
A family of which to call my own
More than a dog to fill my home
I pray on my knees
to give me all of these
That which is greener over sees*