THE MORTGAGE



I entered in on bended knees
And muttered please oh please oh please
I need this money to fulfill my dreams
I must get it, by any means


The bank accountant smiled with glee
Well now dear Sir, won’t you tell me
What is it that you want to get
I’m sure we’ll help you, don’t you fret


If it’s for a farm or house
Have no fear, bring in your spouse
You just show me what you make
And I’ll just see what I could take


His eyes were bright, with sheer delight
As I told him what I own outright
Well now he said, my own dear boy
To lend you money, would be my joy


I took a deep breath & told him plain
I told him what was to be my aim
I wanted to place every stick & stone
And that is why I need this loan


I know that it’s a cardinal sin
But I don’t want the builders in
This place that I want to call home
I want to build it on my own


The lord of his domain went white
Good grief, you gave me such a fright
If I heard right, that, what you said
I would view it with the utmost dread


What makes you think that I would lend
You anything that you could spend
On such a fool,-hardy scheme
That you profess to be your dream


Whilst shaking, I still stood my ground
Looking for answers all around
I can build this house, of this I know
If you will give the nod to go


We’ll need more collateral than you’ve got
And if you fail, we’ll take the lot
So if you come up with something new
Then I will see what I can do


I stood before him, & bent my knee
My mum said she’d go guarantee
He said, you need to know as well
If you default, we will have to sell


My stomach was churning up inside
The dice were loaded on his side
I felt as if I’d been in a skirmish
So here’s hoping, we get the MORTGAGE


By Jan Ward © 1999.