Two Days Before Pay-Day
It’s two days before pay-day
And the cupboards are bare.
A mouldy old crust
And cheese that’s grown hair.
It’s two days before pay-day
And the fridge has an echo.
Even the leftovers have left,
Where does it all go??
It’s two days before pay-day
And my medicine has run out.
But being married as I am
Means the state won’t hand out.
It’s two days before pay-day
And winter is back.
Turn up the heating?
Ha, no chance of that!
It’s two days before pay day
And my son’s grown again.
His shoes are pinching tightly,
Let’s lop off his toes then.
It’s two days before pay-day
To escape would be peachy.
But alcohol, holidays, fuel and all that,
Cost too much to be within reach.
It’s two days before pay-day
But what difference does that make?
His wages are all spoken for.
There’s no leeway, no options to take.
It’s two days before pay-day
But Cameron, what do you care?
In your warm ivory tower
And its “free” bedrooms to spare?
It’s two days before pay-day
But things could be worse.
Could they, could they really?
Hmmmmm – just ask that of my purse.
Great poem! We have all been in this same place!
Thank you
The situation is so bad it’s comical, and it does help to know that there are many other people in the same boat. I just hope I can brighten someone’s day by my poem today!
Sounds like my week before payday. I get paid at the end of each month. It’s a long stretch in between.
I know what you mean…..that feeling when there’s too much month at the end of the money!
Yes, Pam, we’ve all been there. It’s good, when you can joke about it. Lovely poem. The humour in it can brighten someone’s day. Soon there’s payday and life goes on!
Irony is you reach your pay-day and you are already looking forward to the next!!!
True….sigh, very true…!