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'
What an example of a wasted life. Hope the poor guy wakes up and gets it together before it's completely too late. Enjoyed reading this piece of fine art, well crafted.
wow.I have not read anything as great as this lately! love it, very sad..n honest!
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,
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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12/7/2025 10:14:40 PM # 1.0.0
I laughed myself silly while reading this absolutely great poem, you are the best! ! !