Everyday is a struggle to survive,
Everyday is a battle and a strive.
Is this what we all dreamt about,
Or is it time for us to doubt.
The price of food is on the rise,
How can they look us in the eyes?
The gas pump tell a sad, hard tale,
It seem all efforts for better will just fail.
So what is next in this economic stress?
Will there every be better than this mess?
If it keeps on going this way,
Will there ever be a better day?
Brenda A. Ysaguirre
Copyright 2008 Brenda A. Ysaguirre
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