You Reap What You Sow…

You worked your hands to the bone Shivered in threadbare shoes and clothes Counting your blessings for what still grows For what still shivers in its coals as it glows. You worked for every penny that deftly rolls And forced you to trek and leave your home. You worked to feed your brood, your clan And all those others as only you girl can. Oh, the value of a new pair of high-heeled shoes Can't even lift your blues, but what does he choose My dear, just another crate of beer and wine To help him raise his crimson dimpled smile. You worked to make a chicken broth casserole You worked your fingers to the bone Only to wish he would support you the same But now my child there is only him to blame. You reap what you sow. And now dear it's time for you to go And tell him, you reap what you sow It's time for me, and our children to go. You reap what you sow You reap what you sow You reap what you sow