No rest for my back
No rest for my bones.
The song from my lips
has been replaced by my groans.
Working seven days a week
doing the same old routine.
But not one single dime
for this work have I see!
I've been working non stop
and it's taken its toll.
My body is showing signs
that I'm worn and I'm old.
I'll never be the same;
I can't turn back the clock.
When I look at myself,
I feel strange waves of shock!
I ache when I walk
I ache when I sit.
I'm carrying around extra weight;
I don't look healthy and fit.
How nice it would be
to have a little break.
I'm worn and I'm old;
and not much more can I take!
When I say I'm working seven days a week with no pay, I'm referring to my life at my home. My husband has been battling Colon Cancer for seven years now. Just this January he was told that the Cancer has spread again. There is a growth four cm in size in front of his right kidney. he finished more radiation just a few weeks ago, and is now waiting on a scan to see if the treatments helped. And also I'm raising my now three year old grandson. I've had him since he was about three weeks old. So that's why I'm so worn out.
