Hard Times Poem by Mary Gilliam

Hard Times



There's a knock on the door
Hard times are here and they are staying a while.
We make them as comfortable as possible,
Praying they will leave.
They don't though.
They leave only to realize they left some thing.

We all have them.
They come in many forms,
Drugs, hunger, depression, death, self hate.

The grass is not greener on the other side, only a darker shade of brown.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Aftab Alam Khursheed 30 April 2013

Hard times with hope..very strong concluding line thank u

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Mary Gilliam

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Tolar Texas
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