The Destitute

The Destitute

The destitute have nothing to keep for a rainy day,
Because everyday is a rainy day.
Hope is replaced by hopelessness,
and happiness by sadness.
Grief is the thought on their minds and the feeling in their hearts.

They know things could have been better,
 If only they would have made better choices,
but it’s too late, or is it?
They understand how hard it is to make a good choice.

Don’t speak to them about insurance because that’s a waste of money,
 It’s a demonstration of insecurity as opposed to security.
What are they to insure if they have nothing to secure in the first place?
They’re not assured of anything.

They just wish they could die and not live anymore,
Maybe that way they would not go through the turmoil and distress that befalls them at present,
Maybe by being inexistent, they wouldn’t know about problems or empty dreams or going to bed on a hungry stomach.
I bet they wish they couldn’t live at all.
What does life mean when you have nothing to show?

They wish they could start life all over again,
But again this comes with a question; if they could turn back the hands of time, would they make better choices or would they just make different mistakes?

Of course it doesn’t make sense to whine about the past when you’re doing nothing to avoid yesterday’s bad choices,
To the hopeless, however, what happened yesterday, the conditions they live in today, and what they can hope for tomorrow amounts to nothing.
These are the destitute, are you one of them?

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

                                                                               the crying stone…