This Time
Rich Mans taste on a poor mans diet
I grab my coat and head out the door
not the coat I saw in the window for 3 hundo
but the coat that was 24.99, I couldn't afford not to have it
this time
I grabbed it on my way out the door
last minute sale sign saved my dime
this time
kind of reminds me of waiting in the bread line
when in 1994 the grocery store was the chapels back door
It's 15 degrees tonight
the lights are suspiciously bright
and my fight can't be won in spite of my fear
I fear
I remain nearly there and aware of the situation around me
cold, aching knees are the main squeeze
working till the sun comes up
and I wonder
If this time things will be different.
-Jess
Copyright © Jessica Saltzer | Year Posted 2011
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