The Poor Old Woman Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

The Poor Old Woman



The poor womans struggle.
Alone, and to old to find another as the way she sees it.
Disabled and so afraid of the unknown.
Trying to keep her 3 cats warm and fed.
But the rent has to be also paid.
10 dollars more a day if she is late.
Robbing Peter to pay Paul.
And she in it for long haul.
Winter has come and gone.
Now spring has arrived and is suppose to be here.
This is suppose to be the easy time of year.
But all April has been so much colder then usual.
Freezing temperatures.
Ruining her would be garden.
Wood Pellets stretching her money thin.
Sleeping in her truck.
To save herself.
Their is no rue in the waits to thicken the soup.
It is the forsaken loop.
Being repeated all over the place.
We must break Americas curse.
We must help others stand on their two feet.
While not falling down ourselves.
If we do our part, and do what is right.
They're would be nobody living in such a existence poverty.
Just because their old doesn't mean they don't have feelings.
It doesn't mean they suffer any less.
And when I see this woman living off of 500 a month.
I'm just disgusted with our government.

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