My Present

Stressed, depressed...all understatements 
Striving for greatness but not coming close to making it
See for you it's poetry but for me it's our life 
To walk in the house with my kids and out goes the light
I know it's a cold hearted world but this is not right
Try to get help and they are putting us through hell
I walk with a smile on my face so the people can't tell 
I did not grow up rich but our power never got turned off
I made a go fund me trying to bring heat and lights back to my kids
But its another cold dark night as they lay in their beds
As I write this by candle light the tears are falling fast
I'm longing for the day that this is just a bad memory in our past 
Mommy and Daddy are sorry that this happened 
Mommy cares for you daily all having health issues 
Daddy works hard... after the bills we can barely afford tissues 
You are our world and we love you, nothing on this planet above you 
For most this is poetry but for us it's our present
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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April 10, 2016 at 2:10 AM
Patricia Brownlee, great poem. linda
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October 23, 2015 at 3:33 PM
Hi Patricia: I was in awe of this very intense poem about trying to make it financially in our planet. Great Write! My compliments.
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