The Shackles of Poverty
It is now the holiday time and as the celebrations for most of the
world go on. For me it is a time for a reality check. I find myself shackled
with the bonds of poverty. I have, until now, carefully been watching my money
seem to disappear. Financial necessity is forcing me to retreating more
and more to my studio. On the one hand this is good because I am getting
a lot of me art work and collection organized.
I can see where I have gone and where I am going to.
The dismal feeling, I have when faced with mown poverty is
heightened as my dentist tells me it is time to have my teeth capped. I don’t
know how much that will cost and it worries me.
I, however, know that is frankly time to take care of my teeth in that
manner.
I am on a diet and I cannot eat
everything that the home serves. Sometimes I just forget that when I do, my
carbs, calories and protein skyrocket. So rather than aggravating the situation
and not having the means to buy more appropriate food, I diet the poor way. I
lie down and calm down instead of eating food that I know is damaging to me.
Let's call not eating the poor man's diet(lol).
All this to say I have been
doing a lot of lying and thinking. I think about the past. I think about the
future. I think about mistakes and how come I don't have any money in the first
place.
I know the reason I don’t have any money is because of my being
placed in a shelter. I stopped trying to make money or to save it because the
only thing that I thought would happen is that it would be confiscated by an
unfeeling system that deals with the abandoned and the homeless. As time went
on this thought was proven right.
However, this has been going on a long time and as old age is
near, I am going to attempt to rectify the situation. The going is tough and slow.
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