Heavy Life
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2005


A dollar a dime,
All thats left to steal,
An empty wallet,
For every meal,

Sturggling on the streat,
For a bite to eat,
A poor symphony,
So bitter and sweet,

The sour taste,
Of pollution and waste,
Digging in trash,
To find fake cash,

Waiting allways,
For better days,
When the sun will rise,
Above the lake