Beyond Prose

Adding up my heartaches by the number; Your cheating is number one. While I was unaware in child-like slumber, Your selfishness is number two. I can go forever naming your nasty ways, Your meanness is number three. I won't stand it for so many more days, Your ignorance is number four. Do I really have to count out every glitch? Your boozing is number five. Finally, it's time when I will just unhitch, Goodbye to you is number six!

I’ve been holding on Times have been hard I almost lost a hand But I’ve got to hold on I lost my sole source of income The father of my child left me As a mother, I had to move on For my child, I’ve been holding on Days have come and gone My son will soon be one I’ve learnt to work with him God has been providing for me

All work and no play Makes Tom a dull boy So the professionals say That’s why I got him a toy An apple a day Keeps the doctor away Try if you may And healthy you will stay Prevention is better than cure That you can be sure Take time to play every day And you will be happy all the way