Life's Tenancy
Was that dollar Sunday morning
a twenty Saturday night
Is that empty bottle you can barely see
the excuse that started the fight
Is that torn and tattered jacket
what was once your Sunday best
Is your life worth more than nineteen dollars
eyes blackened—never to rest
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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