Deep in dept up to my ears
After getting my first, 'Credit Card.'
The guy who signed me up for it
Said if I wanted to buy a house one day
It would be without having credit, VERY hard.
I wanted to be like everyone else
Just wanted to be living that.' American dream.'
But everytime those bills come in
I get the sweats and want to hide or scream!
Just living that American dream has its hidden risks
I found that out the good old American fashion way.
Living off of borrowed money
You find out real soon that you must repay!
All the new designer clothes and shoes
And those hand bags with all their bling.
Just living that American dream is a lesson
A lesson charging on all that plastic will bring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant write Linda...and so true....thanks....Fi