Life's Tenancy Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Life's Tenancy



Was that dollar Sunday morning
a twenty Saturday night

Is that empty bottle you can barely see
the excuse that started the fight

Is that torn and tattered jacket
what was once your Sunday best

Is your life worth more than nineteen dollars
eyes blackened—never to rest

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2018)

Tuesday, March 20, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: fight
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