Poor Folks

I’m poor folks too
knowing where the church
meals are, home cooked

reminding me of mom. Thank you
everyone for thinking of me
in my time of need
standing at street corners playing
my guitar

picking up free clothes at Sally Ann
all for the price of a couple
of prayers.

Momma and pop, you did your best
and I did not listen enough
can’t seem to find a job, but then

some say my squeegee days
can count for one.

Now I lay me down to sleep
this cardboard box mine to keep
the bedding is fine and one day soon
I’m sure God will take me in.

© Richard L. Provencher