AT A LOSS (or)
LOSING EVERYTHING AND MORE
Financially unable.
Physically unstable.
Can’t get it done,
Your number is one.
No subsidy.
No easement.
No Friday.
No Payment.
Standing alone,
No home of your own.
Disparity wound,
No riches to sound.
Your wealth; aberration,
As most of a nation.
Reward is a ghost.
Few hoard the most,
And never will host.
No need to mind,
The rest left behind.
They’ll lose theirs too,
In moments too few.
You’re ahead of the game.
The loss not so lame.
They’ll gnash and they’ll weep,
Over treasure unfit to keep.
You’ll stand alone,
Poor on your own.
Nothing to share,
Commanding less care.
Losing it now,
Will prepare you for how,
For all, not for some.
A matter of minutes to come
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