Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

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)

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Darlene De Beaulieu March 20, 2018 at 6:33 PM Hello Kurt, those are good questions. Kurt I wrote a question on your wall. I hope you read it. Have a nice evening my friend.