I didn’t come home when they wanted,
There was always an excuse
A meeting that had dragged on
Too many ends were loose.
We needed all the money to live
our lives of happy excess
If I missed out on jobs
Our lives would be much less
There was no time for matches
I’d see the play next time
I’d help with homework later
I’ll earn while in my prime
We went away in Summer
For two weeks every year
Full board, big pool, a kids club
My schedule totally clear.
And Christmas full of presents
I’d paid for but not bought
The smiles I see in photographs
My memory of them short
But now they’ve gone, the house is big
I’m here all on my own
The work has stopped
The children left and grown
The silence is a cavern
Regret has left me chaste
Time worth more than money
A life enriched with waste
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