The day was cold with
The day was cold with a bitter wind
Not a sun beam to be seen
My rent was due, my fridge was empty and bland
How did it get like this?
I remember the days of an endless amount of food,
Looking up and not being able to see,
The food comes with a price, some high some low.
I look back and see the good ole days and about my reliance.
But today, I see the independence of adulthood.
The strength it takes to fill a fridge and pay your way to survival.
Oh what a day when I saw my what adulthood meant.
This poem is about:
Me