I gave you my heart.

Nothing can fix what you have done.

You need to go with how you feel inside.

I can see you are giving up.

I could see it in your eyes.

I want you to go.

My heart aches for you.

We overcame our hardships.

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.

When nobody is there for you: whether you need them most nor when you need them a little.. .