Depression Coming

I went to Target today with my middle daughter and my youngest daughter;
The youngest drove, to rack up more hours toward getting her license;
They were going bargain shopping, and I was keeping my wallet
In my pocket,
Just like so many that I saw inside and outside the store:
Stained, scruffy clothes, day-old whiskers, worn-out shoes,
And dull, vacant eyes,
Just like me.

They're out there already.

Soon, we'll see the breadlines forming.

December 26, 2008.

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