Too Busy To Smell The Roses
I came home tired after another grueling day.
No wife to meet me saying she wanted to play.
Where could she have gone today?
Maybe to another who has more time to play?
I want to tell you life is getting me down.
I feel more like a doormat than a clown.
At work, my life is a living hell.
At home no one is here to ring my bell.
I try my best on all the fronts.
I haven’t been happy for months and months.
My wife comes home & says she was shopping.
She doesn’t come in with anything. She’s not talking.
I flop down with the remote and my paper.
Go through the motions of watching the Lakers.
After dinner I suggest a movie.
Of course, the answer is anything but groovy.
She’s too tired from being out all day.
What she was doing she just would not say.
I want to tell you life is getting me down.
I feel more like a doormat than a clown.
At work, my life is a living hell.
At home, no one is here to ring my bell.
I try my best on all the fronts.
I haven’t been happy for months & months.
I mention I have a vacation coming soon.
I say I can get three weeks off in June.
she just grunts, but doesn’t respond.
The silence that follows just cannot go on.
“What has happened to us?” I lament.
“This is not how marriage was meant!”
“What happened to the fire & desire?”
“I feel I’m walking on a tightrope wire.”
I want to tell you life is getting me down.
I feel more like a doormat than a clown.
At work, my life is a living hell.
At home, no one is here to ring my bell.
I try my best on all the fronts.
I haven’t been happy for months & months.
“You’re not the same’, she suddenly said.
“You’re always busy trying to get ahead.”
“My love for you died, mostly from neglect.”
“Someone else now has my love & respect.”
——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)