Treasure Island

Walter C. Edwards


English Estate


I go walking out my back door,
looking at my English estate,
I stop as, then hesitate,
how long can I just keep on going,
just keep going on,
not enough money coming in,
to many bills to pay,
every single day,
something has to give,
some divine providence,
will help me move along,
to where I was before,
until that cold void of a door,
just hit me in the face
I must survive, or die.

Submitted: Thursday, June 27, 2013
Edited: Friday, June 28, 2013
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  • Sj Holland (6/27/2013 9:07:00 PM)

    How conversationally poignant. Filled with despair, and determination. Hope springs eternal in this verse, which is a cry, and then a plea. Nice view into the feelings of a troubled estate owner, whether true or fictional. (Report) Reply

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