Mortgage on the Wall

If I didn't have a mortgage hanging on my wall,
I might just feel,
A bit taller and a bit wiser,
Perhaps a bit finer,
Just being me.

But for now my mortgage hangs on my wall
10 years of my life.
Gone.
For a dream I once held,
Of doing good and doing well.

If I didn't have a scar tracking cross my foot
I might not stay in place
I might just dance, and sing
And paint a life
That might be great.

But for now my scar tracks cross my foot
A reminder of months, years.
Gone.
Because I had to be well.
And surgery was the only way to health.

Ok. Time to stop listening to old time tunes and get some fresh air. Geez.