Why does life have to be so hard?
Problems pile on each other
Stacking up, misshapen
Like toy blocks from the value store
Never fitting quite right
Ready to topple
My emotions held by bad glue
Those are value store quality too
Like the toys I can’t afford this Christmas
It’s a first world problem
But I don’t know how I’ll tell my kids
This year your gift is humility
Because Mom and Dad make too little
And the debt is too much now
Our problems mounting and crushing
Mountainous, avalanche rushing
My head is buried
Like the car underwater
Up to my eyeballs in issues
I can’t breathe
But I also can’t not breathe
The choice made for me
I’ll struggle today
But I don’t know what I’ll do tomorrow
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