Dedicated to all us working poor
I know the pain of a
Rotting car in the rain
Buckets of rain
Wipers refusing to work
Abandoning the car off the road
Running for the bus
The one that only comes
Every two hours
Trying to get to the
Community College
To take my last final exam
After attending four years
To get an Associates Degree
Working, mothering, studying
Running for the bus
No umbrella
Bringing the boys to daycare
Dragging an autistic six-year-old
Having a melt-down
While carrying a three year old
Trying to make that bus
Trying to get that degree
Trying to get a better paying job
Running for the bus
All the while whispering:
“Please, please, please, please…”
© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
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nice life oriented poetry
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Thanks so much for your comment. I seem to be thinking about the past lately so my poetry has become a bit of an autobiography!
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You can really feel the desperation when reading it and even picture it too; that’s a good one!
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Thank you, Paladin! It amazes me, sometimes, that we actually live through our lives 🙂
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