So wrapped up in financial hardships, lasting taste of struggle consumes your desire.
No fixed income as most are strapped too tight
and ready to jump out the frying pan into the fire.
Our domiciles foreclosed on at such an alarming rate the ordeal stings and yields painful drama.
Fast we travel down this path toward grief as we seek help from president Obama.

I haven’t seen my dining room table in months, just looking at it gives me the chills.
The reason being there isn’t a square inch of space that isn’t covered up by unpaid bills.
So many of us are stressed passed the point of returning, at padded walls we fix a blank stare.
Counting pennies tarnished by age and monetary decline that we hustle just for mere bus fare.

Sour apples if you ask me are to good a meal at this junction to pass by.
It’s been a while since I’ve enjoyed a culinary night on the town, hard to fill up on heavy sighs.
Unrelenting as this economic calamity is, we do find time for laughs.
Surrendering a moment in the heat of battle as we forgive those who against us trespass.

Mindful that ever changing tides of confusion embroidered shamelessly for personal gains.
Not the slightest care or concern toward the people who work tirelessly like a field horse lead by reins.
Giving everything you have is not rewarded as it once was in the past.
Now it seems truer than ever that nice folks finish dead last.

I refuse to change my ways though they hardly equate to being profitable.
My paycheck for working 5 ten hour days a week gives help that’s considered marginal.
I like others in my boat am very happy to even still be sea worthy.
Many of my friends and family are up that brown colored creek paddle-less, unsure what the next move should be.

Having thin pockets makes it very hard to not feel rather common.
No one I know has ever got the girl of their dreams fixing a bowl of hot Top Ramen.

Oh how true

And the boxes of ramen sit higher and higher in the kitchen of the American family

Where once was steak is now bones


Tammy

So you know any good recipe's
Miss T?:

The kids and I know ramen

With butter
Add your own veggies
Soy sauce
Etc


Hahaha

It is a ramen world!!



Tammy

Oh yes, I know this well...as the economy declines so does the lifestyle we were accustomed to. Paring down to the bare basics allows a freedom, of sorts, to no longer desire the American Dream we were taught. Less, in a lot of instances-can be more-it's all in your point of view.

Yet despite it all, I still hear your gratitude for what you do have brwn. And, your compassion for the common person or family ...Ty

Thank you AngelLightfor the kind words, and you have to be gracious to even attempt enjoying life and bring peace to others.
Thank you for the recipe Tammy it was good, never thought to put butter in the mix
Hey pkd1220 at least the dream is still free


p.s.
Sorry for taking so long to reply but my computer was sick!
(swine flu I think)