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Apr 28, 2009
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Dollaconomy
As times grow difficult for all of us
and we witness what is to be,
purchases become like the lightening
only striking sparingly.
A bottle of prosperity
seems very, very rare,
and as connoisseurs label a price
we can't afford to even care.
With families flailing and disbanding
it seems futile to raise a voice,
against a voted sadness
that was done to us by choice.
Farewell, my dreams of luxury
it's too sad they'll never exist,
but I'm ecstatic for my blessings
given me with an iron fist.
No complaints you'll hear from me, my friend
no one would listen, anyway...
I'll just do my very level best
to try and survive, yet another day.
Change, we yearn for everyday
but not too much change, we fear;
because there's way too many tears to pay
by the bucket, at the end of the year.
and we witness what is to be,
purchases become like the lightening
only striking sparingly.
A bottle of prosperity
seems very, very rare,
and as connoisseurs label a price
we can't afford to even care.
With families flailing and disbanding
it seems futile to raise a voice,
against a voted sadness
that was done to us by choice.
Farewell, my dreams of luxury
it's too sad they'll never exist,
but I'm ecstatic for my blessings
given me with an iron fist.
No complaints you'll hear from me, my friend
no one would listen, anyway...
I'll just do my very level best
to try and survive, yet another day.
Change, we yearn for everyday
but not too much change, we fear;
because there's way too many tears to pay
by the bucket, at the end of the year.
— docmaverick, Apr 28, 2009
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Critiques
Nordic cloud
17 years 1 month ago
Very , very nicely put
Tonya
17 years 1 month ago
Well look at you!
docmaverick
17 years 1 month ago
My mentor....