Walking the Hedge

Losing the farm, losing my mind
Like sands through the hourglass,
I’m running out of time
Why oh why did the economy have to fail?
I watch the rain drip from my ceiling into a pail
Where do I go, what do I do?
My home a money pit, the land so beautiful
I am a seedpod floating on the wind
I am flotsam caught on a current
Dogs, cats, horses and Mom too
Oh dear gods, what do I do?
I’d runaway, if I had someplace to go
Or no, for no coward am I
I guess I have to stay
Oh sigh,
I guess I’ll just take it day by day
And wish that someday, in someplace
I might know where I’ll be
In a year from that day!

~ Juni