So many bills to pay, and debts to settle too
My youthful zeal and humor, now are few
Don’t expect me to be, as cheeky as my son
For the weight of responsibilities, has begun
The laughter and the jokes, that once came so free
Are now replaced with worries, and a soul that’s weary
The pressure to provide, and a family to feed
Leaves little room for humor, and a heart that’s light and freed
My son’s bright smile and laughter, bring me joy and cheer
But the burdens that I carry, leave me little time to peer
Into the carefree world, where he lives and plays
For my eyes are fixed on deadlines, and endless bills to pay
So let him be the jokester, and the one who brings delight
For me, it’s time to be serious, and face the weight of night.
