My parents always dreamed of America, I’ll be happy once I move to America they said

They worked for hours, days, months, years all toward one goal of coming to America since they were a little kid

All that had work every decision made all geared toward one goal

I’ll be happy once I get to America they said but that wasn’t the case

I’ll be once I get a higher paying job, the one right now pays too little, I didn’t come to America for this

I’ll be happy when I get a promotion I don’t want to be stuck working 10 hours a day

I’ve only got promoted a few times it could be better

I’ll be happy once I get enough money to send you to a good college, I don’t want my kids education to be a waste

I’ll be happy once you become successful, I don’t want all this to be for nothing

I’ll be happy once I retire this job is too much

 I’ll be happy later I don’t have enough to be happy right now