Mag

I wish to God I never saw you, Mag.
 I wish you never quit your job and came along with me.
 I wish we never bought a license and a white dress
 For you to get married in the day we ran off to a minister
 And told him we would love each other and take care of each other
 Always and always long as the sun and the rain lasts anywhere.
 Yes, I’m wishing now you lived somewhere away from here
 And I was a bum on the bumpers a thousand miles away dead broke.
       I wish the kids had never come
       And rent and coal and clothes to pay for
       And a grocery man calling for cash,
       Every day cash for beans and prunes.
       I wish to God I never saw you, Mag.
       I wish to God the kids had never come.
Mag

by Carl Sandburg, 1916
