Blues Poem by Bonnie Sutherland

Blues



Depressed, broke, sad,
everybody seems mad.

Gotta pay this,
gotta pay that.

Not enough time in a day,
not enough money in your pay.

Feeling stressed all the time,
not being able to unwind.

All I wanna do is cry,
I let out a big sigh..

I see alot of this I bring on.
Why do I sing the same ole song?

It's within my power to make things better.
I realized this by writing this letter!

Monday, June 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I was sitting in a grocery store parking lot when I wrote this. I didn't have the money I needed and felt sorry for myself.
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