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Trying times and troubles in a lonely wilderness,
A letter left unopened with a scribbled out address,
She pretends she never got it, she pretends she
Wasn’t home, popped it in the postbox with a note
To say ‘Not known.’
Trying times and troubles in a house with just one light,
Will she earn enough to eat this week, will the boiler
Work tonight? Buried under blankets, fully dressed in
Boots and jeans, she keeps warm any way she can,
Hot soup, rye bread and beans.
Disaster struck next morning when the Heavies came
To call, they’d written several times they said, no reply
Received at all. The seller needs their money, they
Too are short of cash, so the heater that you bought
Last month, we’ll have to take it back.
They took the little that she had to cover costs incurred,
Left behind her broken couch of very little worth,
The front door slammed, the echo rang, her cry for help
Denied, hot soup rushed home from Macs tonight, no
End to trying times.
© Joseph G Dawson