I’ll buy my own house and paint it pink.
I ‘ll have a small Christmas tree
and a huge family table
and as many friends as the house will hold until they spill out onto the lawn.
I will sew and read and bake and smile.
I will have women for lunches, families for parties,
and students for all the meals they can eat.
I’ll serve grits and eggs,
sausage and biscuits,
tea and hot chocolate
I will celebrate my children’s lives,
and welcome their friends into my home.
And when I am through with the past,
I will walk into the future.
Black is your coffee
Toasted and buttered your bread
Half past seven,
A quick peck on the cheek
off you go to the bank
one solid day you spend at the bank
a loyal servant of the bank of commerce
Your lover number one,
the bank..always the bank...
you'd be at the bank till all workers gone home
you'd be at your desk checking the accounts
making it balance , counting the profits
recovering the loss...
If there is an award for the banker of the year
The outstanding achievement
and the bla... bla... bla...
The winner is you, without a doubt...
While you're making your accounts pretty
Perfecting your financial reports
The dinner is getting too cold
The kids are growing up so fast
Your cat is getting too old
Your wife is sulking too long
Your house is getting too far
Your family is slowly vanishing...
not physically of course...
the souls of love and life
is disappearing little by little...
If you happen to listen to this
banker's wife blues...today
Hope you'd throw the balance sheets in the basket
and sit with your wife and kids
in a garden,
drinking a cup of English tea
Eating some home made biscuits...
How much bonus is more worthwhile
than watching your kids growing up
before your eyes...
kissing your wife good night
tasting the love doses...
Tell me, after listening to all these?
Will you still worry about your imbalance bank accounts?
I have died a juniper bar
I will take this as a moon rise
Seldom in youthful prodigality
Of ingots minus three
...it ran out of petrol...then the camel died and we had to eat marshmallow biscuits surrounded by green monkeys.......:) Edgar
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