still as the rain
comes down
and cold finds it's way
through denim
on dry cement
all these years
teaching that
everything is a
constant cycle of change
might be all I have
at this moment
digging into poor man's
pockets though the family
is tighter than ever
every member struggling
carrying the cross laid
on the back
high on the shoulders
never heavy enough
to break the will
to move on
when one is weak
the others pull together
tighter to avoid
any further slip
into the hole
so deep others
might never escape
the cat still visits
me were I sit thinking
with pen in hand
a whole new
group of people
to try to please
as if possible
never any conclusions
made all the way
back to the end
of ninety-six
who would've guessed
here today
better off
but still
struggling
nothing concluded...
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