Is More Better
Some are losing their place called home,
the economy is slumping,
now what is wrong.
Look at the picture from outside the frame,
prices are climbing,
but wages stay the same.
For Sale signs posted along the street,
nothing is for sure,
except people have to eat.
A mess we have that is for sure,
reboot this problem,
find the cure.
I wish I could go way back when,
we plowed our fields,
and lived with kin.
Working together all chipped in,
making it work,
way back then.
Chores were done,
meals were shared,
people cared.
A new house coming up,
the neighbors pitched in,
no mortgages way back then.
People helping people,
living off the land,
then someone smart,
had a better plan.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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