I Will Be Back

I Will Be Back

By R.e. Taylor

I don’t have two pennies to rub together

I do not even remember what a penny looks like

Slowly my life has disappeared

The couch went first

Then the bed and the fridge

Then the TV

But at least I still had my folding chair

And the four walls that surrounded me

After my car was repo’ed

And I was evicted from those four walls

They even took that damn folding chair

All I had left were my dreams and hopes

But that was enough to make it through the nights

When I slept beneath the 42^nd Street Bridge

But I still breathe and my heart still beats

And as long as I have them

I will never give up to fate

And I will be back someday

That I swear

© 2017 R.e. Taylor