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Hopelessly Helpless?
by louis gander I woke up from sleeping and found myself eating a piece of old barley bread. While feeding on breakfast, I thought it most unjust that yours was a warm one instead. Though willow branch bends, it cannot make amends to a place that I'm sitting between. A rock and a hard place that's' so hard to face - and torment, the greatest I've seen. My great sacrifice just wouldn't suffice. These shoes that I wear aren't by choice. "We can't refinance" was the bank's 'song and dance' but who could hear my little voice? Despite life-long effort, I've lost every shirt, with business at such a great cost. The bank never spared because they hadn't cared, and millions of dollars were lost. So don't store up treasures for everyday pleasures, in things of this earth that will rust. The great love of money is no longer funny, for only in God should we trust. It's so disconcerting my children are hurting, yet hopelessly helpless I am. Despite expectations to pay obligations, I now can't help any of them. I sit in the shade of these problems I've made. This willow tree weeps with me too. The moral of story is not really gory if you've learned a small thing or two. Those decades of years bring me sad lonely tears for they took everything that I had. But what greater loss - than was Christ's on the cross? I guess I don't have it so bad. Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |