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Month After Month

Month After Month

A Poem by Barbara Walker

A little ditty about financial struggles

Month after month,
going further in the hole,
till it weighs so heavy on my soul.

Trying different avenues,
to make a buck,
but, don't have that kind of luck.

I don't like to b***h,
but, who wouldn't want
to be a little rich.

Though, I would be a happy lass,
not to have to worry
about rent, food and gas.

I've struggled
for so many years,
so frustrated, reduced to tears.

I  want to make some green,
so my later years
aren't too  lean.

Fate, give me a break,
so I can be comfortable,
before my wake.


© 2012 Barbara Walker

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Added on August 7, 2010
Last Updated on May 23, 2012
Tags: money, rich, poor, financial


Barbara Walker
Barbara Walker

Lake Havasu City, AZ

I am retired from the Postal Service. I find I write poetry to help myself through difficult times and I have written many poems in response to the chronic pain I've been living with for over 30 year.. more..