Tired of working,
Wish I could just move away,
Don't seem to catch up,
Money always going out,
And rarely coming back in.
How does one get ahead?
Should I not eat?
Should I just sit here,
Not doing anything?
It seems that would be the way.
I wish there was a break,
Some way to just get ahead,
Just once be able to save,
Have something to my name,
Not living paycheck-to-paycheck.
Car needs repairs,
Tire with a slow leak,
Had someone hit-and-run me,
Now my mirror hangs at the side,
In a sad, flaccid state.
I guess this is life,
I am happy with what I have,
I just don't want to worry,
I want to know my bills are paid,
To know I can just breathe...
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Wonderful
I think that this poem, as has been said in other comments, speaks for America, or most of us that is. I tell you I wake up and go to sleep with this very real set of feelings and I think that you did an absolutely fantastic job putting those feelings into written form. I related to this poem, I felt what you were feeling, this is an all too real problem for too many people and I think that you did a wonderful job! Keep writing, and do not let ANYONE, make you feel, like anything that YOU feel, is less than significant!
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I can so relate to this.
I've been there and done that. It's very frustrating to live day to day and never seem to make ends meet. I've had those cars that seem to know when you're about to get paid. "Oh he's about to have money...buy me a knew part." "NOW!" Then one day bam someone stole it. Who steals an old clunker? That's just not right. So now I'm lucky. In 1998 I was paralyzed by an accidintal gunshot. I'm in a wheel chair now. I only have so much to live on a month. I just had to put front brakes on my car and found out I need tie rod ends and then I'll need an alignment. I'm long over due for an oil change. I've had a chest cold for two weeks. My question is do my problems make your problems any less significant? No and if your problems are worse than Joes doesn't mean Joes problems aren't significant to him. Nuf said.
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get real
My best friend has irreparable liver disease and varicous veins in his stomach so severe that another drink would quite likely result in him bleeding to death.He is often paralysed with chronic depression,the girl he loves is dead,he is currently bankrupt and living with his sick parents. The medication that he must take for life leaves him like a zombie most of the time.You,on the other hand,are stuck in a rut with a dodgy car. -
Voice of America
You speak for everyone, man, with this because the feeling is shared.
ps. in stanza four line four 'not' should be 'now' i think.
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