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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
What bill is this that comes payment due, Not just one, but quite a few, To save a life is a priceless deed Though it causes your bank to bleed. Whoa, Whoa, oh whoa is me My life slides into poverty, I work a life for a honest pay And then it’s gone in a single day. What fee is this from an unknown place, Added on with lack of grace, Aspirin cost ten buck a pill, It cost too much to become so ill. Whoa, Whoa, oh whoa is me My life slides into poverty, I work a life for a honest pay And then it’s gone in a single day. What life is this now left to fend Which brings me to my money’s end, All savings gone away to bills It cost too much to become so ill. What good is health they tried to give If afterwards there is no funds to live What need is there for the best of care If it leaves you in the grasp of despair. Whoa, Whoa, oh whoa is me My life slides into poverty, I work a life for a honest pay And then it’s gone in a single day. Gloom |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Ah yes, we're left afloat in a hole-burdened boat... Well done, Professor. I've missed your poetry, but you have not lost your beat.  |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you Sunshine I was just about to change it Whoa to Woe, not sure people would notice the misuse of the word. Gloom |
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Startime1955 Senior Member
since 2012-04-22
Posts 1072Alberta, Canada |
It fit perfectly for me...a poem that is well written and filled with truth...I am glad for the oportunity to read your poetry again...*HUGS* *may our dreams ever be magical* |
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