What this country does to ones too old to bear its weight
When you stepped off that plane
With your darkened eyes
And heavy suitcases
And rumpled clothes
Your heart was full of
Dreams
Hope
Magic
But now you stand
Wrinkles on your cheeks
Calluses on your fingertips
Scars on your arms
Now you stand with
Bills thrown on the table
Water dripping from the roof
Mold climbing up darkened walls
Now you stand on
The land of
Dreams
Hope
Magic
Yet your heart was full of
Everything but
This poem is about:
My family