Second Hand Life Poem by Eric Cockrell
Second Hand Life
second hand smoke,
Salvation Army shoes.
a crack in the mirror....
empty chamber in the gun.
flat tire on the car...
and the mailbox is empty....
wrong number again,
picking up socks off the floor.
molded crust on the bread,
a bag of coffee, and potatoes....
burnt out burner on the stove,
cobwebs on the ceiling.
too much, too little...
but never enough!
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8/28/2026 2:29:24 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Great poem and so true. So many people have to live like this now. A great poem. May i invite you to read my new poem called, The Indian Way.