Trouble at My Job

I am in trouble at my job,
I have credit cards to pay.
I worry about losing my house,
I worry every day.

My wife was very happy,
When my career was at a high.
But now that I'm in trouble,
She only wonders why.

How do you explain it all?
The job it now has changed.
Younger people are in demand,
And my office is rearranged.

How do you keep love alive,
When you're always filled with fear,
Hiding your world inside,
Trying not to shed a tear?

I'm in trouble at my job,
My love is drifting away.
I love my wife very much,
But I worry every day.

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My poems are inspired by the life around me and my personal experiences. As a teacher of forty-six years, I have seen many children but my real treasures are my children and grandchildren. My children grew up too quickly and my grandchildren are doing the same. What I would give to raise my children once again. I have a wonderful wife, Lola Mae DeSmith, and we have three wonderful children, Andrew Peter, Jenny Lynn, and Jonathan Edwin. I also have three beautiful grandchildren, Jonathan Edwin, Addie Mae and Lacie Belle.