He hands his keys To the new owner Of his car... The house will go, He in his last week Of ownership... Things slowly slipping Away from his grasp Like sand in an hour glass
Prominent
but the word Has lost flavor in his taste For finer things,
A pawned wedding ring, Marriage at it's end Echoes for a friend to turn to Payments due, collectors to talk to
He at his end...
The pursuit of happiness Has diluted him And he can not swim His hollow heart beats within
A hard world for many. I hope for better days. The poem tell the story of many. All my neighbors lost their homes. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote
quite heartbreaking in effect, we build through our lives, gradually gaining a sense of security and then to have it all taken away in one swoop. unfortunately this could happen to anyone, however hard we work we are all vulnerable. great writing.