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Mr. Landlord*
Contributed by
Aquarius01
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Friday, 21st April 2006 @ 04:57:20 AM in AEST
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The first of the month came around
Just like all the months before
I could tell by the knock who it was
Mr. Landlord was at my door.
Coming to collect his rent
Most of us seeing hard times
Having to feed our families
Steady work was hard to find.
My husband's been sick for quite some time
So it's hard to make ends meet
Knowing that any day now
We may end up on the street.
Mr. Landlord is tired of hearing
The same old song
Giving us only two more weeks
Then we will be gone.
He doesn't seem to understand
What it's like being poor
Two more weeks he said to me
Mrs. Lowe, then you're out the door.
Mr. Landlord, surely you have some chores
At home that needs to be done
I'll gladly come and clean your home
I'll cook your meals, knowing you live alone.
The Landlord's reply looking at his ledger
I'm not here to barter Mrs. Lowe
My money is what I want
Two more weeks, then you'll have to go.
The two weeks came and went
Mr. Landlord didn't show
Word got around town, Mr. Landlord
Was locked up, all his savings spent.
All the years of collecting his rent
Whilst gambling it all away
City Hall told him, two more weeks
Then Mr. Landlord, you must be on your way.
He lost all the homes he owned
Along with all his money too
Now he knows how it feels when told
Not knowing where, but you have to go
Since the two weeks were up for him
Not having a place to sleep
He use to be friends wouldn't offer him a bite to eat.
Gambling all his money away
Now living on the streets.
The same woman he told some time back
That she had to go, remember her, Mrs. Lowe?
Her husband has since recovered
Back on his feet, finally able to make ends meet.
She came across her Old Landlord
Seeing him in despair, offered him food to eat.
As she helped him to his chair
After the way he treated her, she was still willing to share.
Holding no ill feelings against him
Because we just never know
Who down the road will help us
Never sit high always wanting to look low
Not knowing which direction our lives may go.
~Gloria E. 05-October-2004
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Re: Mr. Landlord*
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by FRANCO on
Friday, 21st April 2006 @ 05:56:34 AM AEST
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It is a wonderful poem and with a beautiful presentation. You have very methodically scripted the sequence, for the wonderful message to offer.
Well done friend hope to read more of such quality poem in the future.
FRANCO
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Re: Mr. Landlord*
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by lillyjane on
Friday, 21st April 2006 @ 06:48:56 AM AEST
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| REALLY GOOD POEM, PROVES WHAT COMES AROUND GOES AROUND. |
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Re: Mr. Landlord*
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by Jenni_K on
Friday, 21st April 2006 @ 08:47:12 AM AEST
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A beautiful poem, my old friend...so good to see you posting again...Of course I remember you!! Thank you for letting me know this was you...Hope all is well..
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