Losing It Poem by Joseph Anderson
Losing It
My cash and credit all are spent,
That wasn't ever my intent;
My health, my hopes, my dreams are gone
And now I sing this doleful song.
I lost my job and wrecked my car,
Returning from this nearby bar;
The preacher called, just yesterday,
He thought the time had come too pray.
My wife, my kids and dog have fled,
I lie alone in this dark bed;
'Twas all because of my affairs
With that dumb blonde, with sexy airs.
My brain is dead, all joy is gone
And I am left with this sad song;
Oh! Wondrous powers, hear my cry,
Help me awaken-I will try.
'Losing It'
Losing everything is quiet common in experience, at the same time, rarest experience of reading a poem comprising the elements of loosing as poem defines. Pain should be archived to demonstrate ultimate outcome of the sexy air with a dumb blonde......................................................Pranab k chakraborty....20/07/2012
My previous comment has disappeared like a ghost in the night, a bit like this hypothetical guys wife, kids and dog - so, to reiterate, this is a great poem Joseph, very well penned, and a lesson therein for all.
An all too true account. Of course I am happy it is not you. Extra hammock on the ship if you ever need one. Truthfully, no one ever takes me up on the offer once they taste the food. Good write,
wow.I have not read anything as great as this lately! love it, very sad..n honest!
Sorry that things didn't go as planned! This is fun and funny! Thanks for writing a great autobio! Constance
I do hope now, your lessons learnt You nearly lost it all Now can I have the number, so I can Give that blonde a call? Loved this one. I almost......almost felt your pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Wonderful poem, I feel sorry for anyone is this situation, but I much enjoyed reading your account of it.