On My Kindness

by Glen Martin Fitch

When I consider
how our income's spent
as aimlessly
we wander far and wide,
or find receipts and bills
you tried to hide from me,
I wonder where our money went.
Good reasons for each purchase
you present
if I object or
whine or tease or chide.
The swelling of our debt
we've both denied.
I'm sure we're doomed.
Yet how can I prevent you
buying things
we simply do not need?
It's my fault too,
I know.
I try my best to be supportive,
yet our sorry state,
I'm sure,
grows worse each day
with greater speed.
In line I am as guilty as the rest.
They also shop
who only hold and wait.

From: 
8/11




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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."


Last updated August 24, 2011