Poor section

There she sat.
Quiet as a mouse in church.
Feeling the pressure surrounding her.
Torchered by multiple pulls.
FUCK IT ALL! she writes on her notepad.
Stuck in a dead end relationship,
with a dead end career,
with a dead beat father,
knowing that it will never get better than this.
When does the struggle end?
When you are a child, you're lead to believe that as an adult, nothing is a struggle.
That things, although difficult, are essentially easy.
That life isn't a fight.
GUESS WHAT!
THEY LIED TO YOU!!!
Life is a constant struggle,
money is hard to come by,
and work sucks ass.
Even if you can find a job you love, it will still suck the life from you.
You will still wish to have more time for the things you love.
You will still miss out on things that you promised yourself you would be there for.
And when you become a work-aholic and miss your kids growing up,
you have noone to blame but the green shit you want in your pocket.
All the vacations that you can plan will NOT make up for you missing that play where your daughter was Flower #3.
Where she spent nights practicing her dance moves....
Only for you to miss it.
And when she grows up,
she'll miss her daughter's play too.
Because she'll be chasing the dollar.
So, tell me......
Is it better to be poor and a funtional family that loves each other,
or be rich, and miss out on milestones?
I'd go for the poor section myself.
If I have to be alone to make these things happen,
and to show my kids that I'll always be there,
I guess I have no choice.
They deserve to know I care.
They deserve to know I'm there.