' Blues "

Sitting in parking lot at grocery store and wrote this poem.

Depressed, broke, sad,
everybody seems mad;

Gotta pay this,
gotta pay that;

Not enough time in a day,
not enough money in your pay;

Feeling stressed all the time,
not being able to unwind;

All I want to do is cry,
Instead, I let out a big sigh;

Alot of this I bring on,
So why do I sing the same ole song?

Its within my power to make things better,
I realized that by writing this letter........