STORES

a poem by Trevor Allan McLeod, Canada

I'm surrounded by stores
seeing at one from that one.
Approached by a store
fearing that one than at one.
Depressed by no money
seeing items for sale,
while wanting for everything
slowly going stale.

Soon I'll be shopping for groceries again
feeling hypocrisy's end,
while spending my budget all at once
and knowing that death comes again.

New given money will blind me
raising my feelings and stall.
Falling will send me out spending
While looking for dreams forsakes all.

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