Living in the past.

I wait to see if this world will ever grow to be all I wish.
The economy crumbles beneath me.
I wander will this nation of Illegals succeed?
What a strong country this used to be.
Sitting upon such a great throne it once did.
Now only held together by a memory of the past.
Our labor sent across an ocean, or snuck in like slaves of yesterday.
Market prices rise along with gas.
The rich get even filthier, yet we only get poorer.
Politicians lie and steal as they fill our minds with hope.
Would it be better to move on?
To make a new home and life?
I struggle so hard with no advance.
It seems to never change.
To hear how easy it should be and yet drag along the bottom.
When will I live thy freedom?
When will I move on?
When will I have those opportunities?


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Wundrmom44   Wundrmom44 wrote
on 5/1/2008 9:04:23 AM
"When will I live thy freedom?" "When will I move on?" When you see the face of your new baby. When Alexander says Daddy for the first time. The world will look different then and there will be promise for the future you never dreamed of before...

danicpa68   danicpa68 wrote
on 4/27/2008 2:04:11 PM
Life is what you make it. If something is not working, try another way. Hang in there, most economic slumps go in 18 month cycles. Great expression of our current times.

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