and worked one
so young so long so much
scrimping saving doing…
without
he bought my youth
with nickels and dimes
divorce and drifting…
more than surviving
eating laughing connecting
doing things going places
I dreamt myself into a
segue of pursing knowing
scrimping saving doing…
without
one, two, three, four, five
jobs I juggled if I needed
back into the grind of two
one to get by one…
if I wanted I worked more
and I got
sick tired exhausted
I dreamt myself into
to the joy of none
scrimping saving doing…
without
