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Don'T Live Like You Can

I am from a family, that has never had much, go to work everyday, and pack their own lunch. Weekends in the garden, tending their crops, changing their own oil, in their car raised up on blocks. Doing for themselves, living within their means, sometimes for supper, cornbread, and Pinto Beans. None have a mansion, that requires hired help, they clean their own house, and cut their grass themselves. Payday to payday, no stocks or bonds, once a year, a vacation, is their fun. Bargains at Yard Sales, for things we all need, looking after each other, our family creed. Power bills, and groceries, we conserve on them all, in a big world, we are so small. No, our family is not rich, and most won't ever be, but our way of life, includes serving to be free. Many have marched, and served overseas, loving their country, helping it stay free. This is our life, and we may not have much, but we all help each other, we don't depend on a crutch. Some may look down, some don't understand, but if you can't afford it, don't live like you can. Prayer we believe in, for our family is blessed, sharing, and caring, in lifes final quest.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 10/8/2008 12:47:00 PM
ive been reading your poetry and i love it, it chokes me up because as i read each one i know in my heart this is a beautiful gift god has given you. i love to write, i usually do it every night and there are some private ones i don't put on the site, but i feel god speaks to me thru them, and he definitely speaks through yours too! it's a blessing to read your work, thank u, keep writing!!!! god bless y/f/a cortney
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Date: 10/7/2008 4:20:00 AM
Christy I truly, truly love this piece. I found myself in your words right there seeing all these things take place, from the workers in the field to the car raised on blocks with the oil being changed. This is a very good poem that captured a moment in time. Great write.
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