I’m thankful for this quiet time
contemplating my meager meal
maybe the last thing I’ll enjoy
before the wolves are at my door.
I own it all-yep every bit
I was in Viet Nam you see
I did the best I could back home
I gave my all for freedoms call.
Alas, I couldn’t buy a home
and all I’d ask is help with rent
the landlord feels real bad of course
but has his family to support.
I packed my things the best I could
the questions screaming in my head
I don’t know where I’m going to go
and there’s the knock upon my door.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2013
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