The secret
thing I grew up with
Is that I
was oblivious
I never
knew we were poor
That it
was a big struggle
We weren't
impoverished
But
we weren't wealthy
It was a
middle class
Check
to check
Skin of the teeth
Type of
upbringing
I take
that back
I sort of
knew it
Sometimes it
was obvious
When
dinner was pinto beans
And there was no ketchup
And it had been for the
last 3 days
I knew it
a little then
But it
didn't bother me
OK, not having ketchup bothered me
Have you
ever had a plain bowl of pinto beans?
Thank goodness
we moved to Arizona
I learned
how to make refried beans ASAP
Sucking on
a lump of refried beans
Beats a
bowl of pintos any day!
I'm still poor
And I'm
kind of OK with it
I have
nice kids
And they
get over stuff
Mostly
because they expect nothing
Everything
is a gift
And
being grateful is a better gift
Besides
the poor meal has improved
We make
refried beans and rice
With homemade
tortilla chips
All from
scratch
The kids
even ask for it
When we aren’t poor
It is just that good
I'm not
saying it is easy
Struggling
to figure it all out
Deciding
what bills to pay
What
can wait a little longer
Pushing everything to the last minute
But we are
happy
And I know
those that have
And
they are never satisfied
And they can't be quite
And their
world has to plummet into the abyss
Before
they can just sit
Be
calm
Find peace
And watch
the clouds
Roll
by in a parade
Of crazy zoo animals
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