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Poet’s Corner


In India
and other places

it is a custom for old people
those we call seniors

to beg for food and sustenance.

Here in America we have a safety net
threadbare  and ever diminishing.

Our begging bowls are called


                for food  for shelter  for heat  for medical care
                   for income  for care of teeth
               for eye glasses  for fitness programs, yoga and tai chi.

On many long sheets
we are required

to detail

our ever diminishing income
our ever increasing expenses.

An exhaustive apology
to the bankers and their friends

WE can no longer support you
in the style to which you have become

Phyllis Rachel Larrabee is a poet who lives
in Woodbury as well as a former VCIL employee.