This poem came to me as I heading home from one of my classes, and would not leave until I found the commitment to put it on the page and express everything I was feeling from my home situation and the uncertain future that lay just ahead. The format, you might recognize if you're into that whole social media thing, but for now, here's "Grocery Receipts Make Excellent Bookmarks"
My Personal Finance class is finally done!
I look up the bus schedule for the last one coming.
Just left the station.
Time to walk 4 miles home!
It's okay, though.
With the right atmosphere, the 2 hour journey just flies by.
Oldies like "Summer in the City" are my companion
For me, walking alone brings a special kind of tranquility,
One that invites deep thought.
That in mind,
I start to read by streetlamp
Hearing a human voice
Means much to those who feel alone and isolated in the dark.
Until the racist ads come on.
Time for some beach sounds!
With the waves filling my ear tubes,
I cram for tomorrow's quiz.
This time, the chapter discusses
The rise of 50's era, middle class America
If Leave It To Beaver is to be believed,
Then everyone then had trivial problems
Solved within 30 minutes,
And nobody, then, was miserable, ever
That black people were fighting tooth and nail for basic human rights?
If everyone was having their roots scrubbed away?
There was no Black, there was no Mexican,
There was no Irish, there was no Japanese.
All that was traded in for 1 distinction:
As all that history
Jitterbugged around my brain,
I realized that for the big steps taken back then,
It feels like we haven't moved an inch
Joining the dance
Were the memories of where I live being put on the open housing market,
And leaving me one step away
From being homeless
Along with them come the anguish
Of not only how trying it is just to get a job,
But that my best shots at it
Treat their workers the worst
If that's not enough, how about knowing that,
Even for people with 2 full time jobs,
Making ends meet
Is like trying to walk a high wire?
It's when my journey takes me to Stater Bros
For some Hickory Spam, however,
That I realize this:
Grocery receipts make excellent bookmarks
I got a great night in of both studying and exercise.
Plus, no matter bad things get,
I still have a chance to make 'em better
No one ever knows what tomorrow may bring,
and that's why I enjoy what I had tonight.
If the mountain's only ever moved an inch?
The only hand to play
Is the one life deals,
So why not learn how to work with it the best we can?
Might even call whatever bluff life has
I know one thing's for certain:
Whatever happens, I've done more than enough with myself
To know my scent
Won't be the scent of broken dreams
It certainly sucks when life pulls the rug from under me,
But even if I sit and pout,
Life won't care,
And will still move on ahead, as should I
I appreciate all the wisdom I'm given,
& go to sleep every night knowing
However life turns out tomorrow,
It let me get the most outta today