Over 400 dollars of groceries,
Were in that lady’s cart.
My bill was 28.50,
I’m just not doing my part.
The winter winds are howling,
My soul shivers with the chills.
The situation couldn’t get worse,
Except I’m paying all the bills.
Sammy wanted her kitty breakfast,
But sadly, she had to wait.
What with turning the clocks back one hour,
I still managed to sleep too late.
My bones are weary,
My bones are old.
Yet they hold the story,
Of the one foretold.
Frigid rain comes pounding down,
You can barely see the river.
Luckily I have a cat and blanket,
Or all we could do is shiver.
Sammy is making biscuits,
On my fuzzy sweater.
On a chilly autumn weekend,
Things couldn’t get much better.
I wish I was a kitten,
Sitting on window sills.
Instead I’m a big, old Daddy,
Paying all the bills.
Stood next to my parents’ grave this week,
They didn’t have much to say.
Yet all was peaceful in that moment,
I felt the warmth of their love that day.