Poor Man's Complaint Poem by jackilton peachum
Poor Man's Complaint
These cool nights one snuggles down under the covers,
looking for the spot where the warm hides–
seems to me lately my feet are always cold!
The crickets have taken up the cry–
from the four corners of the room
singing and sawing all night long!
How will I ever get through this winter
with no money and no heat?
I hate being cold as I can't go to sleep until I warm up at least a little enough to get comfortable. I have actually gone for 9 days almost entirely sleepless- maybe ten. It's a frightening thought, as I have heard of younger folks doing this (on purpose, the dopes! LOL) and suddenly dying in their sleep when they finally allowed themselves to go to sleep. I know that is not the gist of this poem, but I think it is one interesting aspect of the sleeplessness that the poor must endure more than their equal share of.
poor man's cmplaints, , , I like this poem..nice one! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 2:29:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A well thought out poem. The oppressive grip of poverty is aptly captured in the piece. Thanks for sharing Jack.