Tuesday, April 07, 2015

Foreclosure

It tough when you think you're a player
but they kick you out of the club
and strip you down layer by layer
to bear their contemptuous snub

You should've remembered that money
is only worth something to those
who welcome you in when it's sunny
but can't wait to cash in your woes.

4 comments:

Sarah Allan said...

Excellent short poem! I'm not much of a poet, but I do enjoy reading it. Happy A-Zing!

Donna Smith said...

"Clubs" for "grown ups" are no different than those of six year olds...

T. Powell Coltrin said...

Love your poetry!

rch said...

Thanks my friends