A poem about our nations economy, the working poor, poverty and lack of jobs, medical care and more while the one percent won’t pay their fair share. Revised from a poem I wrote March 5th, 1976 titled, Family man blues, and updated to a more modern version.

You leave me feeling so low.

You stooped so low.

There are times in life when you hit rock bottom.

To search, to seek, for what may be.

I did three things today; miss you, miss you, and miss you.

I was once in your shoes.

When I started taking pills to make myself feel better, I wrote this.

You deserve the love I give you.

Like corruption till to countryside?