Coming Out Of The Barn Poem by Abram Friedland

I remember the day
Just a few years back
When I stood in that phone booth on the way
To freedom and the money stack

That's what I thought
When I slammed the phone down
Believing in the victory I had fought
But it was a pipe dream for a clown

The darkness did indeed roll back
I really thought I was the winner
But I could no longer keep track
Of how I was growing fatter, not thinner

The victory I thought was mine
Cost me so much it was not even funny
And now I realize it's time
To search for more than what looks sunny

I need a better rock
A better set of feet to stand on
Or else my freedom will be at the block
And the rest of the world will move right on

So wish me luck and courage
As I leave what I thought was home
That place so safe, so warm and safe from rage
Which was a tinsel palace that I now haunt alone

I can't tell what grass is green
All I want is a safe place
To live, work, prosper and be clean
So I won't have to fight all day for someone else's grace.

This is about my future,
by Abram Friedland