To Eek Out a Living

The money is slim and our budget is tight,
for us to have money just isn’t right.

Scrimping and scraping to eek out a living,
what will be left to have a Thanksgiving?

Many jobs have left and so few to be found,
I won’t earn enough to feed my hound.

I’d start a home-biz if the funds were there,
but I know it would leave the Christmas Tree bare.

Unable to save or buy a quantity deal,
perhaps once a month we get a good meal.

With no insurance to treat our bad health,
it’s very unlikely we will ever find wealth.

Don’t give us a handout to help us get by,
we just want a chance that is not a lie.

We want a good life that is free of crime,
but the government wastes everyone’s time.

I once had a job that paid good dough,
until the company shipped it to Mexico.

buckboyy – 03/06/2008


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New people are joining the ranks of the poor everyday as the economy continues to weaken and the mortgage crisis widens. I understand how they feel way too well. This poem serves as an up to date look at a poor family’s feelings. I hope everyone in Washington, DC reads this.

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