I work for a bank and see many a disheartening letter from poor people hit by the credit crunch.
Everyday I am surrounded by dread
poverty and certificates of lives led
Desperation and frustration bleeds from their pen
Every day I feel so sorry for each of them
There is nothing that I can do
not a single problem that I can solve
It makes me want better for when I am old
These are hard times that we are currently in
I say a prayer each night for better times to begin
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