by Kathleen Delicato

Created on: March 02, 2008

FORECLOSURE

What is a house?
Walls, ceilings and floors,
Windows, roof and doors.

A house doesn't define me,
Who I am in essence.
It is only a residence.

Times are hard, money is tight.
Banks are repossessing.
Am I next?Bills are pressing.

Working two jobs, trying to make it.
Living under a burden of stress.
Every day I'm determined to do my best.

Yet the paychecks are not quite enough

To cover all the expense.
Courage and hope are my only defense.

The fear of foreclosure looms,
Like a dark stagnant cloud.
Digging deep for strength, I'll not be cowed.

So many people are in this situation
Here in America, seems unbelievable,
A country so wealthy, it's not conceivable.

Politicians are making promises,
"If elected, I'll bring you relief!"
I find it harder to muster up belief.

I know some people who've lost jobs and home.
Some are living in a tent city.
I admire their guts and lack of self-pity.

I wonder if I were in their shoes,
Could I face it with such fortitude?
Would i feel their sense of gratitude?

It makes me reconsider my values.
Do I live with a sense of impending doom?
When worry takes hold, for joy there's no room.

There is so much more to life
Than walls and a roof overhead.
I reside in the palace in my heart instead.

To all the struggling people-
I say please, never lose hope.
You have untapped power that will help you to cope.

The heart is what really matters,
The will to never be defeated.
Let's all stand together, proud and unbeaten.

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