Neil Milliner (Australia)
Mortgage, the experts say, means mortgagees are in the ‘grip of death’
Why do oh so many of us get caught up in a mortgage until our final breath?
Why do we let these people sign us into a whole life-time of strife?
Why do we put ourselves into a death grip when we are in the prime of life?
Why can’t we build ourselves a shelter that is not beyond our means?
As long as it is safe enough, as long as it is clean
Start out with the basics, then, as we get bolder
Keep making additions and improvements as we are growing older
Why have a five room mansion with payments that we cannot really meet
Only finding out years later we are living on the street
Dining out at soup kitchens, looking for a helping hand
Yes take from us the houses if you feel you must but leave us with a bit of land
Comments about this poem (A Mortgage by Neil Milliner )
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