There used to be a day in life where I could hold my own

where I always had a secure job with money to fall on

where the economy felt safe no mater where you were or who you went to

there used to be a day when my paycheck was six-hundred and forty five each pay

there used to be a day when I lived on my own and did all on my on the way I was happy

now years down the line the economy and government has had a great fall

I haul out in my life not even being able to hold up my own door

where I can’t even get security in knowing that I can obtain a job of my own again

I used to be able to spend and buy with my own stash of cash

while still sitting upon a pile of it’s own

there used to be a day where no table’s lay unturned

where everything within my life was nice and done

now I sit here in rubbish and trash

of a life that is not my own

no safety making me feel comfort of my feet

trying to make all my ends in life meet

watching all I have left in life crumble more beneath my feet

nothin left for me to call a safe haven or safe place

trying to stay tall on my feet

living as a handicapped is not the life that I asked for me

with each difficulty in life and each difference that I have

something in life is always holding me back