Work and Money
by
Bela Feketekuty
No more dancing No more dinners No more phone calls She was hot A smart engineer during the day A sex kitten at night She was on fire She said that she loved me She said that I was her man She talked about children No sign No warning It was over before I knew it Why didn't I promise and talk about a rose garden? Is she laughing? Is she crying? Is she sleeping? Is she working? It doesn't matter She has another man Is he rich? Is he better? I don't know Work and money Money and work Nothing else left MK