Cost Of Living Poem by Patty Rose

Cost Of Living



Seems all that I do
and all that I say
has a price
I have to pay

No blue chips for me
are handed out
though my pockets are full
of the benefit of doubt

Taken for granted
when I'm right
but when wrong
justice crashes with might

Now humble and meek
I want to run away
from the strong that made me weak
to a place that’s safe to stay

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Patty Rose

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