The Auction
going once
going twice
i wince at the
thought of my future
being gone
i look around
and ignore the rich
in the room
lifting up my right hand
to bid all i have left
silently pledging
with my dreams
my joy
my heart and
my hunger
to remain diligent
never ignoring
possibilities
with teary eyes
i stare and stand
my right hand still
lifted high
feeling like
another number in the
crowd fighting for my life
i cant help but notice
the silence in the room as i
plea for another chance
i look to the left
of me
no one is standing
i look to the right of me
no one is standing
i look in front of me
my future looking bright
and appreciative of my pledge
then "SOLD" is what he said
to the woman who believes
i still have my future
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