We aren’t a burden on our children yet.
We hope it doesn’t come to that, but
who knows what will happen. One
gets old. One gets sick and dies.
Both die, eventually. There isn’t
a lot of money in reserve for
emergencies. I have enough
to bury us, but not pay off
our debts, and not any to spare
for an illness or an accident.
Should one happen. This is not
a good society to be poor in.
We’re poor. I didn’t plan it,
it just happened. Shit happens.
Or, in the case of an artist,
shit doesn’t. I did my part,
but nothing happened.
Was I not there?
Did I not do it?
Did I imagine it?
Was I crazy? Stupid?
The 10% that didn’t get the word?
Did I have a purpose?
Did I realize my potential?
Did I piss God off?
Was this the extent of it?