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
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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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