A thought in the evening

The city roads are full of potholes.

The railroads creek and squeak with the passing of heavy machinery.

I sit in the garage at my borther's home.

I am a homeless college graduate--in debt.

Went through a change of heart at the end of my college career.

Now, I have a Master's degree in Mathematics, but it no longer is my subject.

Writing is a new focus in life, philosophy has expanded my mind.

Good things are coming my way.

With a clear mind, and patience--and some action,

all will be fine.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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