The Last Time Relived
I fell for it again; because I am easy and forget
I keep forgiving, and when I do, it is over.
So here I am, giving him another check,
To pay his rent, a one time deal
Just like last month and the month before
No wait, it was not rent the month before
It was grocery money. His social security check did not come.
Now that I think of that, I feel better, less suckered.
This will be the last time surely, not like last year
When I was writing a check for his utilities and his girlfriend’s baby’s diapers.
He is my nephew after all. He is seriously trying.
He has a new job, and he sounds optimistic about it.
I found myself saying “if you don’t like it, you should quit”
I knew better, I wished I had taped my mouth
Knowing it will be the same as the last six times he got a job.
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