Home Forclosure
todays the day the awful day
they come to take my home away
head cases with suit cases
never a rush
but still races
is this the end how did it come to this
first my health then my job then wife
these very walls supported me my whole dam life
built by my father with his very own hands
now the baliff is taking my family lands
just one more month i had said
just last week on the phone
but the bank said no
we just want your home
well i thouht ahead plotted carefully my next home
at least in my new home ill be left in peace and alone
not much family left here so i wont be much missed
just say goodluck to the neighbours
then one last time ill get pissed
they came on time with piece of paper in hand
knock knock on the door 'sir its time to leave your land'
no response from within perhaps hes already left
baliff enters open door to give house a check
hed left alright done it his own way in his own place
his lifeless body swung gently , hint of a smile on his face
Copyright © Steven Mitchell | Year Posted 2013
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