Living is so difficult these days
And prices — they’re awfully high.
Sometimes when I’m shopping
I feel like I’m going to cry.
No meat again this week
Unless its chicken parts or boiling beef.
Steak looks good — hamburger too
God forgive me — I almost became a thief.
We can’t live on bread alone
But then everything else is so high.
Even milk is expensive now
I wonder why I even try.
My children —
May God save them for me.
I’m at wits end right now
And I’d rather die than sacrifice my three.
When I’m gone they won’t be alone
The state will feed and shelter them I pray,
And even bury me.
Forgive me God, I’ve got to go away.
© by A.Lincoln
June 19, 1970