Just as early rains
leave little buds of promise
strewn unfulfilled
on the ground,
a sudden change in my fortune
has cast my hopes and plans
to the wind
in a cruel twist.
Have to pick up all
my lost tomorrows;
start over with
one last hope remaining,
.... the insurance.
Have always
resented the hell
out of insurance;
those bits and pieces
out of my life.
But now,
bits and pieces
is all I have left;
I need help
to put it all back
together again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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