Homelessness, at the present
time is happening all the time
All around the world
Can't make ends meet
A life defeat
A lifetime change
Or by choice
Found myself like this
Did not want to miss
The chance put down
All happenings around
My happiness buried 6 feet deep beneath the pain, beyond my reach
6 feet just like your body
Watching your coffin go down in slow motion
As though clinging to the hope that someone might stop it from going down
As though someone might wake you from the dead
I bleed
A part of me got buried with you that day
And yet I still remember you with a heart full of warmth
A movie in my head of all the happy moments
With a stream of tears flowing down my eyes and a smile
I remember how you used to be my alarm in the morning
Making sure that I don’t get to school late
How you would make ends meet
Break the barriers, just so that I have transport money for school
How you would wake up early in the morning to fetch your grant money
Walk past a few shops see shoes and some T-shirts then you’d go “mhmm my granddaughter will love this”
I will continue to remember you with a smile
It may hurt but I’m glad that God spared you the pain of this cruel world
Finally, the beeping pain that came from your wounds has calmed
You are resting, peacefully I hope
when you get discouraged
and begin to think that trying
is not worth it anymore,
look into the eyes of a child,
lose yourself in their innocence
and wonderment,
and you'll ses things in
a different light,
and understand that everything
will be alright in due time.
when you get discouraged
because the bills keep
piling up and you can't seem
to make ends meet,
look at the smile on a child's
face,
listen to their laughter,
hold them close to your heart.
It has a healing power
that is unbelievable.
when you get discouraged
and are fed up with the struggle
and don't think you can
fight anymore,
play with a child and let
their endless energy reenergize
you.
It's as simple as this,
children are our personal angels,
they ground us,
they guide us with their innocence
and their love.
when you get discouraged
take a moment to interact
with a child,
what a difference it will make.
Isn't that the
objective of life?
To get in
a position where
you don't have
a care in the World
It brings you
back to when
you were a youngster- - - - -
But it is
hard to achieve
once you
become an adult
There are so
many worries, responsibilities- - -
Just trying to
make ends meet
keeping your health
living a moral
and peaceful life
My grandma had a book in which
To write what she recalled
Of her early life; I found it
And I read what she had scrawled.
She came from Pinsk and she described
A time when she was young
When she helped her mom make matzoh;
To this memory she’d clung.
Her father drove a trolley car
But left her mother when
She was pregnant with child # three –
That happened even then.
To make ends meet, her mother ran
A restaurant from her home,
A two room flat - how hard was that?
(But that’s another poem.)
My grandma never got to go
To high school, but she stayed
At a job ‘til she got married –
Just three bucks a week she made!
She never once complained aloud
Yet as I read each word,
I’m glad that even though she’s gone,
Her feelings have been heard.
Born in Lyme Regis Dorset
a palaeontologist fossil collector
in the English Channel marine bed cliffs
and a coprolites (faeces) detector
who at only twelve years old
found the first two skeletons plesiosaur
and outside Germany
that of a pterosaur
yet as a woman who did not
always receive full credit
for her scientific contributions
and ineligible to join to their discredit
the Geological Society of London
while struggling financially
for her it was no shell game
to make ends meet as circumstantially
when selling shells by the seashore
the seashore shells she sold
were her start of the first shell company
by the Natural History Museum in London I was told
With a stiff upper lip and old school tie
still it's just not cricket
but the upper crust they say
are on a sticky wicket
to pay the estate or make ends meet
they have conducted tours
of stately homes safari parks
and the family jewels
we used to go to Scarborough Southend-on-Sea
Bognor Brighton Blackpool
have fish 'n' chips for tea
but now for fifty pee we natter
with a Duchess or the Duke
for half a quid a cuppa
with a true blue-blooded bloke
as they're all skint like me and you
there's not a lot a poor Lord can do
but bite the bullet and enjoy
hobnobbing with the hoi polloi
Monkey don't love you real; goodbye...
To stay alive is a taboo,
Except you are put on standby-
Banana next to bid adieu.
Bankers don't lend you funds for free,
To uncover your house address-
Except you are up to foresee...
Trustee of good record's finesse.
Farmers don't store for long in barn;
To make ends meet for just upkeep,
Except it is of season's yarn:
Consumption awaits other reap!
Darkness does not give chance to light,
To illuminate atmosphere...
Except it enforce dark, it's fright-
Such sets in, a new stratosphere.
There’s living a life, with the wind in your face..
Chasing the sun in a faraway place.
Hearts beating wild on a mountain’s high peak..
Finding the magic that most never seek.
And then there are those in the grip of the grind..
With dreams set aside and the clockwork in mind.
Paying off walls they barely call home..
Counting the days ‘til they’re free to roam.
They rise with the dawn, repeat and repeat..
Trading their time just to make ends meet.
A mortgage, a job, and a neatly cut lawn..
While the colours of youth quietly dawn.
Yet some break away, take a breath, take a chance..
They follow the music, they live in the dance.
They barter their comfort for stories to tell..
And live with the risk of not doing so well.
But who truly wins? Who’s better or right?
The one chasing wonder, or working through night?
Maybe the truth lies in moments we give..
In finding our own way of learning to live.
So whether you wander or walk the set track..
Make sure it’s your dream that’s carried on back.
For life isn’t measured by paychecks or fear..
But by who you became on your journey here.
Cut the budget
Cut the fraud
Cut the bullcrap
Cut the lies
Cut, cut, cut it out!
Finding ways to reduce spending while spending is diabolical. Spending millions on a military parade is waste management at its finest.
What in the Big Beautiful Baffling Bill is going on?
When I was young we use to say, “Robbing Peter to pay Paul.” The “rich” are probably clueless to this saying, but the struggling people lived, know and understand the meaning of this statement.
“Robbing Peter to pay Paul” meant, taking from one to give to another. More like, taking from one end to make ends meet on another end. For example, taking some of the money from the light bill to put that money on the water bill.
Ssh, the way I see it, when it comes to this administration, it’s robbing Peter and Paul.
Stoved-up city
I’m a stoved-up man
I keep on movin’
Just as best I can
Joints are achin’
And my bones do creak
My hands are shakin’
And I feel so weak
I’m a stoved-up man ...
Do the best I can ...
I’m a stoved-up man ...
Do the best I can ...
I’m a stoved-up man
Workin’ hard all day
Do the best I can
Just to make my pay
Try to make ends meet
It’s so hard to do
I refuse to cheat
Stay forever true
I’m a stoved-up man ...
Do the best I can ...
I’m a stoved-up man ...
Do the best I can ...
I’m a stoved-up man
When my day is through
I hurry on home
To spend time with you
You’re the only one
I think about all day
I wouldn’t have it
Any other way
I’m a stoved-up man ...
Do the best I can ...
Try to make ends meet ...
I refuse to cheat ...
It’s so hard to do ...
Stay forever true ...
I’m a stoved up man ...
I’m a stoved-up man …
Let’s imitate we share it
The plan to make ends meet
Negotiating fairly
Things we don’t really need
But let’s get rid of “we”
For someone’s lofty goals
Aren’t relevant to me
And different from yours
Let’s set the sail to find
At least a metaphor
That hails a peace of mind
As it was long before
In period of time
When that Picasso’s dove
Saved lives of you and I
When peace was rhyme for love.
I grew up believing I was terrible at writing,
at least that's what everyone said.
It's ironic
Those voices in my head still holler loud
even though, in the end,
it's how I make ends meet
Working night shift out on the retail floor,
stocking cans and boxes till her back’s broke.
Trying to live on minimum wage,
eating PB and J and drinking generic coke.
Cashiering all day at the fast-food joint,
collecting tips to try to make ends meet.
A big fake smile on her make up covered face,
blisters the size of quarters on her feet.
Watching TV without cable,
talking on a phone that still has a chord.
Growing a tire around her middle,
because pasta and potatoes is all she can afford.
Walk to work cause her car won’t start,
sure as Hell can’t buy both food and gas.
So when the man says he’ll make America Great,
she says that he can just kiss her ass.
Food prices rising having to shop around no such thing as a cheap shop
no bargains to be found.
Utility bills going up do we heat or eat extra blankets on the bed
thick socks on our feet.
Ordinary people suffering the country is on its knees
the government not listening just doing as it please.
The politicians just keep smiling and say it will be alright
But it is not them freezing when the frost comes at night.
Families having to penny pinch just to make ends meet
parents going without food so the kids can eat.
SO I ask the government think about what your going to do
OR IS IT YOU DONT REALLY CARE BECAUSE IT DOESNT EFFECT YOU.
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