Life of the Broken
Mother in the kitchen stirring a batch of lemonade,
Children in the wheat field hide and seek is what they play,
Father in the shed tinkering with his little trains,
Grandparents listen to music talking about the evening rain,
Years later mother drinks to time and the end of days,
Children all gone one in college and the other slain,
Fathers shed empty for the stroke showed he was not to stay,
Grandparents lay together on a bed of flowers in a casket frame,
More time passes and mother doesn't want her prescriptions late,
The last child works hard but wants to place on the temple a .38,
Fathers gambling debts makes the bank foreclose their place,
Grandparents property was only hope but was seize by the state,
For a brief moment happiness was all time could make,
But all these tears through the years brings only a depressing fate,
If these walls could talk they would say wow life use to be great,
Until reality brings in the real world burden with pessimistic hate.
(2017)
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