the unplanned agony

the unplanned agony

A Poem by delapruch
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after years of working &

raising the kids, whom both adopted,

ended up with problems that came from

undisclosed heredity,

the two had put aside a

nest egg, as so many did

in their generation,

growing up with parents who

remembered the depression &

what it was like to have nothing---

hearing everyday that

“a penny saved is a penny earned,”

putting together a life for themselves

while taking care of their own parents

as they passed on

as people do, as we all will,

they thought that when illness started to show its face

in the latter years

that retirement & more time spent

nurturing each other back to health,

would be the most appropriate way of doing things &

so it went---

mother was the first to walk into the hospital

to get cut up &

upon returning home,

father had to take care of her, full time,

so he retired early---

at this time,

the economy was said to be doing “well,”

and nothing was being said of the atrocities to come,

so father, always trying to be fiscally sound,

invested a good portion of their savings,

thinking that over time, it would multiply,

like the broker assured him &

the two would be able to stay retired,

living off what they had saved,

as had been planned---

but father was next into the light blue gown &

being told there was cancer growing inside him,

the worry shifted just as mother was getting better,

to the new horror---

& while the two worked on keeping each other

emotionally sane, while their own bodies started to

give up on them,

the meltdown came,

like a tropical storm of immeasurable proportion

sweeping in from some angle that couldn’t be detected

by any formerly successful means &

the unplanned agony began.

 

the money lost by others with whom a working couple

had put all their trust,

could never be regained &

their bodies now exhausted by a life of work,

recovering & enduring illness,

would have the most difficult time trying to make it again

in the 21st century work force---

so as the stress came on full

the strain joined in &

as the strain & stress pummeled them both,

all that was left was the re-mortgaging of their house,

the last thing they wanted to give up,

that very vital shelter over both of their heads,

now being hocked in the system’s pawn shop,

allowing them nothing to pass on to their children,

allowing them to never stop agonizing over each passing day

wondering just when the ball will completely drop.

© 2012 delapruch


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delapruch
delapruch

nothingville, NY



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Bio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..

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