was later later later

all she heard

was later later later

while I was making my case

knowing this poverty

the struggle would end some day

I was doing the right things

we would be in a better place

& all she heard

was later later later

went off to find better

leaving me knee deep

not yet drowning

but close to deep mess

she left bitter

I have no way of knowing

if she found better

but the later later later

the poverty

this struggle did end

& all I can guess

she was a trotting pony

needed a faster pace

firmer ground

than mine

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