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The Great Depression
Yes, you lose sleep
worrying where the money
will come from
for the new septic system
and to pay the credit card debts
and to fly to Florida to visit your mother.
I know you worry. I’m sorry about that.
But you have come
from so much more dire circumstances
from so much worse –
the Grandfather who in the Great Depression
slept in his car with his three daughters
ate spaghetti and stale bread
who dug ditches and graves and drove a laundry truck
to keep his family together
after their mother
left her life on the kitchen floor
in desperation and despair.
So you see I cannot feel sorry for you
you have a 60 inch TV
iPhones iPads computers and the Internet
music and a subscription to the Boston Lyric Opera
a medical plan and a house cleaner
you have been to Hawaii, London and Paris
you eat fresh fruits and vegetables
and sleep in a bed.