99 Cents Poem by Christine A Kysely

99 Cents



99 Cents...

That's all that I own
I go to bed hungry
I go to bed alone.

I don't have the Internet
I don't have a phone.
I can't find a job
I soon won't even have a home.

99 Cents...

For all that it's worth
I value every penny of it
It's all that I've got in my purse.

I can't even spend it
99 cents won't buy a thing
Everything's more than a dollar
Even the cheapest of things.

99 Cents...

That's all I've got to show
For many years of always working hard
For many years of always being on the go.

I hope God pays back all the Politicians and Bankers
That have put our economy in this mess
I hope God continues to take care of those of us
He considers his poor and therefore Blessed.

99 Cents...

In my purse it's what I can see
I cherish it
And I value it
Tomorrow who knows where I'll be.

I don't have a clue for as to where I'll be
Tomorrow's are just another of hopeless days
Hopefully God will take care of me
I'll just have to PRAY and wait and see.

(December 27,2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

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