by Fr. Kurt Messick
Thursday, May 15, 2003
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Another blank, another Monday
I'm left feeling worthless
Lots of bills I need to pay
Only causing more stress
I try to look, I try to go
Yet all around seems black
There's no energy for the show
And emotions running slack
Panic grips and fear infuses
All my senses in a rush
All of this completely confuses
And turns my mind to mush.
Another opportunity here I miss;
Chances of employment are slim.
Richard Cory never had a day like this
and look what happened to him.
And still the bills are waiting, waiting
And I cannot answer the telephone's ring;
It will be a stalking seller, baiting,
Ready to make a sting.
How can I survive this torment?
How can I go on in hope?
When all I want in this very moment
Is to hide away and mope.
I don't know how to be in penury,
My dilatory domicile a cardboard box?
It causes body and spirit injury
A truly catholic pox.
Tomorrow will I wake at dawn?
If I don't, will I care?
How is hope supposed to spawn
When terror stops to stare?
There is a pain in having nothing
Disappointment frequent then;
But the pain in having something
Is something yet again.
How does one lose and stay
The life which one has built
When all the gold has gone away
For the sifter, only silt.
When oh when will all this end,
and how and where and why?
The now has grown a dulling trend;
I need to learn to try.
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|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|very apropos in this day|
|Reviewed by Nancy D.
|Just a part of lifes ups and downs, well done.
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Like this one. It is either sink or swim. I prefer to remain buoyant.|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Many in the same boat, treading water to stay afloat. Well done. Insightful.|
|Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson
|Gee, this is painfully awesome! I've been there! Your poem sent those jobless memories racing back to me and I got that strange old feeling in my gut!! Makes me realize how lucky I am now! Great expressive poem!|