The Big Sign

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The Big Sign

It was a sunny day in mid October,
chuch bells ringing, I was sober.
No reason to lie, I was late on the mortgage,
I had hid all my stuff down the street inside storage.

I knew foreclosure was coming, so I thought I'd be smart,
auction the place before proceedings would start.
I had to be careful, so the bank wouldn't know.
Get my house and my stuff before money could flow.

So I signed a contract with this great auctioneer,
he promised to sell and get rid of my fear.
It would pay off the bank and a couple of loans,
I might have some extra to feed the dog bones.

What I didnt realize through all of this strife
The sign in my yard would be larger than life.
AUCTION rang loudly through my front yard.
Letting the whole city know from this house I'll be barred.

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And I do want to sell it , I want to be free
Without everybody staring at me.

This is not the end,
This is the beginning.


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earthly commented on The Big Sign

02-17-2010

I owned my own home for16 years, and because my husband was laid off and I was unemployed, we had to give up, let it go for what we could-It was a new beginning, but I still miss home....Earthly

jiminyCRITiX

02/17/2010

I am sorry for your loss. My Mom helped me get that property, and now she is gone. Makes me sad.

EinStud commented on The Big Sign

10-26-2009

And, I'm sorry for your loss. ...Peace Out, Gary

EinStud commented on The Big Sign

10-26-2009

Women are different from men God made it be We have no vanity But the woman can see For me a man to give advice Is a waste of time And appears cold as ice What melts ice? The light of day I think that is the path, The lighted way I did something wrong No one could see Does God need light To look over me? Love Gary PS You'll be okay once you get straight. Just remember that it is harder to do good and the right things, than to do bad. But the irony is that life becomes so much easier by doing the right things... huh? Is this true? In your new beginning, take the lighted path. God watches both paths, and besides it is easier to see! (By the way, I'm really not this religious, but the right answer to the question will always be the right answer to the question).

jiminyCRITiX

10/29/2009

God Bless You.

In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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