November Pain

Why do caps turn hard? Let me try another way.

These I do not want yet do need to take

Life here and now is at perilous stake

Dammed the choices of a lasting fate.

In the wake of following day

How will it end the solemn ache?

There is an illusion that is fake

A comfort to keep snarling wolves at bay.

Choosing warmth over pills seems all in vain

The cost of more blankets new bleed me.

Out of the question is a bright new cane

Will just have to deal with the hobbled knee

Waiting not for Joe just November pain

Saved money well it just seems to flee.

And the dark tank outside waits to quickly drain.

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