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Awakened From A Dream
We have stumbled a while, five long years,
Tripped up by large and small defeats.
You lost your job, and I lost mine.
Our new ones pay us less, but everything,
And everyone, we owe is getting more.
The math is bad. We're living now from
Hand to mouth. Those sunny visions
We once had, of idle final years among
The mountains, and of trips abroad,
Have clouded. With our savings gone,
The years ahead won't be so idle. We'll
Be tethered to this home, which crumbles,
Ceiling pieces falling to the floor for us
To stumble on.
poem
by
Lawrence Beck
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