Sunday, February 12, 2012

Poem : The Gatherers

The hunter gatherer is a thing of the past
Now some hunt, most will gather
They gather their paychecks
Then gather their groceries
Then comes the landlord to gather the rent
Then comes schools to gather tuition
Then comes the bank to gather the car note
Even the kids gather money for fun
Most all have gone to the gathering game
Letting their wants consume them
Like bees swarming a flower dripping with nectar so sweet
The wolves’ teeth have now become sharp
Not showing its fangs until it’s too late
A striking contrast from what was once shown
Saving has become something of a myth
The smell of foreclosure has become an incredible stench
All caught up in their gathering grind

Published at The Camel Saloon February 21 / 2011

Photo By Jason E. Hodges

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