Deb Wilson Poet Narrative

The Hard Luck Girl

Well sister works a job in town
Joe sits there without a sound
Mama sets the bread to brown
And it's not enough to go around

Papa died last Friday eve
He was sick all winter long
Weren't too many there to grieve
But who's to say his going was wrong

His hard times over along with his life
Now the man can take his rest
Kids to feed and a poorly wife
Takes its toll-a mans very best

Sister says she's leaving now
Wants to follow her star to fame
We'll get by without her somehow
She did help feed us all the same

And Joe's discovered himself a cause
He's going to change the world some way
Wish I knew what it really was
Makes him think he just can't stay

Mama's not looking good these days
Hardly gets out of bed anymore
Such sadness creased into her face
And her eyes say just living's a chore

Me,I've got nowhere to go
Haven't already been in my dreams
And I'm old enough by now to know
That nothing's as it really seems

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