A Poem About somebody I knew....
SHIRLEY JEAN
a houseful of children
waiting to eat
no way to live
a charmed life
a bushel of beans
a bag of rice
government subsidies
served cold from a can
another day coming
another one gone
babies crying'
more hunger pains
she needs to work
cant get out the door
she's waiting to die
at thirty-four.
a cold piece of work
a lover a friend
beaten and dragged
through a living hell
left for a bottle
a game of 8-ball
holding her chin
as high as it might
the all night shifts
that made her feet roar
she's waiting to die
at thirty-four.
she lived and loved
never seeing what for
she waited and died
at thirty-four
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