What this country does to ones too old to bear its weight

 

When you stepped off that plane

With your darkened eyes

And heavy suitcases

And rumpled clothes

Your heart was full of

Dreams

Hope

Magic

 

But now you stand

Wrinkles on your cheeks

Calluses on your fingertips

Scars on your arms

 

Now you stand with

Bills thrown on the table

Water dripping from the roof

Mold climbing up darkened walls

 

Now you stand on

The land of

Dreams

Hope

Magic

Yet your heart was full of

Everything but

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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