Depressed

He wants my money so that he can pay his bills So, I will put off on buying my pills, I now can't even afford to have a stroke Now I am just poor, and also broke. He has taken my every nickel and dime So, in his life he can have a good time, Now I stay so sad and also bereft I don't have anything left. He always says that he will pay me back But, a substance to that promise he does lack, Because of him my credit cards are all gone He doesn't care, as he smiles with a yawn. My house I once owned it both free and clear From years or hard-work and blood and a tear, I hate to sound judgmental and also mean But, because of him, my house now has a lean. He just calls me when he needs money to borrow He ignores my calls when I am in sorrow, And when to God for help I plead in a prayer He just listens, but he doesn't care. I know that I will be buried one day in a pauper's grave To him I will be remembered as his financial slave, I am just so sad and broken and always depressed Every morning that I awake, I don't want to get dressed. Randy L. McClave