Enjoy.

DIARY OF A DESTITUTE

Impecunious for nickname,
Some choose to call us paupers
We scale through the day toiling
Our chins to the sky and parched lips mumbling prayers
Supplication for a miracle.


We cannot do much but watch our kids starve
The cold air of the night harrasses them
And we look and see our wallets void of cash
To purchase for them a coat of fur


Our teenagers are labelled Nerds amidst their contemporaries
They walk to college with heads bowed down
And their archaic gadgets concealed in their backpacks


Our aged ones wallow in their mandatory illness
Coughing and groaning, thirsty and bed-ridden
Death be gracious to consider them guest


Our very selves lost in thoughts
Thereby forgetting we haven't had breakfast
A spy at the time says dusk
And compels us to stop the day's work
In time for a safe trek down to our distant abodes.


©Anfofun Hillary