Priceless

I could have had one hundred thousand pounds by now If I had stayed in the daily grind Found someone else and given them my babies to mind I could have bought them anything they wanted. I could have had exotic holidays each year If I had kept at the coal face Trekked up and down the tube at a snail's pace I could have gone anywhere I wanted. I could have had clothes and shoes and jewels If I had left my children at home Left someone else holding the brush and comb I could have worn anything I wanted. But... What I wanted was to feel my heart squeeze Every time I turned and caught sight of my children What I wanted was the joy of squidging the face paint Even if most of it was squidged into the carpet What I wanted was the tears and tantrums, the fears and nightmares, and the firsts that scatter the land of childhood If I had a million pounds by now I couldn't buy one day in the past The work is always there, but childhood doesn't last The time I have had is priceless.

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