I used to take for granted <br />My expensive car and my modern home <br />My wife and children <br />And a job I could not stand. <br /> <br />Well, the job went first and fast <br />Even though I had been there fifteen years <br />I could not (under penalty) return to the building <br />And being a sensitive soul <br />I wondered what had got me terminated? <br /> <br />We take for granted the comfort of ease <br />While we are working, and in the eyes of friends, <br />Not doing something <br />Means I had become an outsider <br /> <br />I hate holding my cup out for change <br />I used to make good money <br />But all my materialistic goods have evaporated <br /> <br />I bed down in an underpass <br />With a backpack and blanket <br />That I was lucky to own <br />At night with the dark terrors <br />Of other occupants <br />The stink of urine and faeces <br />The cologne of my ambition <br />As I warm up, with tension easing <br /> <br />Not for long as the cops arrive <br />And kick my belongings in the dark <br />I weep as I gather my sparce bags <br />Thinking of another shelter <br />And being warm <br />And of a wife and friends who have forgotten me.<br /><br />willow moon pearce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/falling-forward/
