Foreclosure
Well perhaps I should talk about foreclosure,
Let’s see, at first as it begins to happen
it feels like your life is being flattened
By a big ole dozer.
It is an especially dire , disheartening fate,
When one’s credit has been almost eight.
You’ve toiled hard and cleared the land,
remodeled the house in the course of seven years
and built a six stall barn by your own hand
with literally your blood sweat and tears.
Oh yes, the post and board fencing
In a Florida sun that’s unrelenting
And the two small rectangular decks
built by dumpster material specs!
Built a sixteen by sixteen air conditioned man cave,
Or it could be a dog house, I guess
If this week you’re not your wife’s fave…
anyway, a nice place, a hobby nest.
All this done while working for the man,
Scraping by with an upside down loan,
Gratefully doing the best you can…
Notwithstanding an occasional moan.
Had to work a few side jobs
To make ends meet.
Some for unethical slobs
But some folks were sweet.
We’ve grown a lot of veggies on our seven acre patch.
Home grown maters and string beans are hard to match.
Then after nine years the man leaves a message on your answering device..
“Found someone cheaper move your stuff out now.” …That ain’t so nice.
Well it’s been hand to mouth and now looks like we’ll lose this place,
Real upset at first but then, one just can’t keep up that pace,
At this age I’ll just roll with the punches ; of late, it’s come in bunches,
Now we’ve graduated from upset to feeling grateful,
God’s got a plan, much better plan; no sense in being hateful.
We’re looking forward to the best, in God’s hands we’ll leave the rest.
In this market, to all who have lost their home,
we’re with you, we understand, God bless you all and…
Shalom.
Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2011
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment