| NEW POEMS - 10/26/01 |
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| On Being Poor |
| I know not what it is like To be so very bad off That I am starving for food And not be able to cure it I've not gotten to the point Where I'd steal or kill To feed my children, myself Yet, I've felt the pains And, I've felt the urges But, it's really my fault Brought it on myself So, it's my problem to fix I live more lavishly Than I need, you see Could spend less money And still be so happy I wish never to be poor And strapped for cash Or living paycheck to paycheck Or asking for help |
| Sanity |
| I enjoy my writing Though it looks so sad Makes me feel better Once it is on paper Gives me the chance To shand back and glance On the drama that is The life that I live Looking it all over Beneath a different light When usually, I am blind As if it is midnight And wearing sunglasses Now, I don no shades And, it's become mid-day Gathering it all it At my own chosen speed At my own chosen time And it keeps me sane |
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