Turning my head as I leave the long line again, <br />a blockade surrounds us all around, <br />no bread, no milk, no eggs, <br />long gas lines, wits on the end, <br />time to take a long walk into no where, <br />boarder lines of disrepair, <br />I go on but for not to much longer, <br />time to just lay me down, <br />then to be never again, <br />Rationing life to despair.<br /><br />Walter C. Edwards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rationing/
