Baggage

Three or four wives ago

I had grandeur on my mind

Fine house, fine cars, and a flock of kids

The blissful life was mine

Two or three wives ago

I had stability on my mind

My kids, her kids, a simple home

Her two jobs and mine

One or two wives ago

I had survival on my mind

Her kids were grown and almost gone

I never talk to mine

My last wife left me penniless

I almost lost my mind

I’m hoping someone will take me in

It won’t be one of mine