by Dante de Miura

Created on: April 05, 2009   Last Updated: June 02, 2009

In trouble, worried, no income I fret,
But don't count me out,
Don't pity me yet.

The house I am losing the job is now lost,
Other bills mounting,
Yet I'm stuck with the cost.

I'm like many others, but they have enough,
Of family and friends,
I'm alone and it's rough.

I just shake my head as I stare at my debt,
Where there's a will, there's a way,
So don't pity me yet.

I'll cash in my stocks where the buying I've stopped.
Trading assets back in,
Though their value has dropped.

My investments are looking anemic this day,
My bonds, my funds,
My 401(k).

I'll need a full year before again I'll be set,
But I've talent, experience,
Don't pity me yet.

I'm selling my truck and my boat and my shed,
A sale of estate,
And as yet I'm not dead.

The savings account isn't looking too bad,
It's all still there,
And for that I am glad.

If I continue to foreclose the home,
I can fund this next year,
With no base, I can roam.

I know that my space is much better than most,
Compared to most people,
I will basically coast.

So in these tough times I'll survive, you can bet.
Homeless with money,
Don't pity me yet.

Though I work through this by myself all alone,
I know what I did,
It's my fault, all my own.

I chose this path, shunned my wife and my friends,
Ignored all my family,
For my own selfish ends.

Now challenged but able to manage it through,
For them it is worse.
And I know that it's true.

But help them I can't, they won't hear such a thing.
If I even dare call,
They'd hang up on first ring.

I was once so good at not facing this issue,
When off I was working,
No tear and no tissue.

But now in this time, it grabs my attention.
Every thought, every moment,
Every word, every mention.

Hurting and wanting to reconcile, how?
It likely won't work...

You may pity me now.

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