Implored To Persevere
I'm believing that next year,
will be better than the last,
One thing for sure,
I won't dwell in the past.
I cannot recall,
anything easy or simple,
The entire year,
I'm in pain and a cripple.
I can barely walk,
my hips will not engage.
I feel helpless,
and my temper is in a rage.
I'm not able to work,
you could say I'm a gimp,
Being handicapped,
no place for a wimp.
I can't get no help,
from social security,
Government offices,
run on inefficiency.
I'm not even able to get,
decent medical attention,
This blows my mind,
out of my comprehension.
I have a friend,
who helps take care of me,
Looks like old age,
is not hassle-free.
January first,
I will have Medicare,
They charge me 150.00 a month,
I have not a penny to spare.
I went to court,
a judge ruled in my favor,
This is where,
things began to waiver.
Every month,
I struggle to pay my rent,
Social Security,
gives me grief and torment.
I hang in there,
because this year will be a better year,
If nothing else,
I'm implored to persevere….
TURBO1904
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Debbie Middaugh
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