Pennies and dollars
Anger by the hour
She loathes to reach out
Always in need.
Where is the work?
She must be employed
She has her hand out
Her pride be damned.
Can she say she borrowed?
She's always in need
She owes a good lot
Can she even count?
Hanging hear head
Her shame all but clear
Mourning her life
Tasting wet tears.
He pays the bills
Month after month
What she done?
Her heavy eyelids.
Drooping they fall
She has to bounce back
Aging setback
She takes to the woods.
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Author:
sonicpoet (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
an intriguing read, but sadly devoid of context a little inaccessible and hard to comprehend
thanks for sharing dear poet
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