Another Month, Almost Home

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Forty-two hours and three more shifts this week...
Working all day doesn't make ends meet.
Deadlines arrive for fines without fail;
in another month, I'll be sitting in jail,
and I ask myself 'is this it?'
I will not quit.
I'm almost home.

I've always thought, and been taught,
that the number one rule was staying in school.
Nothing is free; gotta get your degree.
Then everywhere I'd go, I'd meet people
giving up inside, so unsatisfied.
Stuck waiting tables; cleaning up stables.
So I attend every class to get credit, hoping I pass.
I study text when the lectures too fast.
Taking home tests, I'm not gonna cheat,
but in another month, I'm still facing defeat,
and I ask myself, 'is this it?'
I will not quit.
I'm almost home.

We met in the bookstore, in the coffee shop 
where I was a regular.  She wrote down her cellular.
Cut me some slack; had a panic attack.
She amazed me on my birthday when she made merengue
pineapple pie, to be the perfect surprise.
I ate every slice, not just being nice.
I won't insult or disappoint with empty promises.
With love and respect, I'll accept who she is.
Whenever things are tough, I'll think of our first kiss,
and in another month, if it isn't obvious,
I see that this is it.
I will not quit.
I'm almost home.