Predicament Poem by Edwina Reizer

Predicament



God -awful prices are in the store.
Hardly recognize them anymore.
Yet, people are buyin'.
Puttin' charges on a card
is gettin' mighty hard.
Don't think about the future
Must eat today.
When the future gets here
there'll be hell to pay.

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Edwina Reizer

Edwina Reizer

LAKEWOOD, NJ
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