The 1st and the 15th became important days
Out of necessity a new way to track progress
By those increments of time. For all I’d done
And all I’d had – so much firepower unleashed
At my simple command; that was then.
The 1st and the 15th now sad days of need
In the apartments when the move-outs occurred
When I stood in the dumpster, digging out the
Appliances and furniture left behind, to sell
On Craigslist; pay bills, afford to eat.
What was, was; what was will never be. This is me now.
The neighbors look on in disgust, or laugh. My pride I
Swallowed long ago, but that will not sustain me.
If they only knew…