To Purchase The Moon
/I sacrificed the sun
To purchase the moon
Working hard
From dusk to noon
But all you see
Is me locked away
Stuck in my room
Unable to play
I’m trading my time
For you to live
It’s the only thing
I’m able to give
I’m so sorry son
I know you need more
You need more of me
Of that I’m sure
I hate how this world
Forces us apart
I long for the days
I could apprentice you to my art
But that would just be
A different kind of pain
What if you didn’t want
To work in my same vein?
Thus my attempt
To lift you high as I can
I want you to become
A fulfilled and happy man
There is no right answer
Beyond a cry and a shrug
Other than to read you a nightly story
And depart with a hug
Just know I’m always thinking
Of you and your brother
I love you both
You two and your mother
This poem is from the book, ‘Wage Slave, The Unpaid Overtime Edition’.
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