PAD 18
The Mortgage Broker
Keep it at arm's length
was a spoken rule.
They laid their dreams,
their sweat, their toil
their failures, their foibles,
brutally documented,
on the table.
I handed them a blue pen
and said sign here.
Keep it at arm's length
was a spoken rule.
They laid their dreams,
their sweat, their toil
their failures, their foibles,
brutally documented,
on the table.
I handed them a blue pen
and said sign here.
Labels: poetry
posted by Cynthia at
8:20 AM
3 Comments:
I love this insight into a broker at work, recognizing but not acknowledging the layers of meaning behind the numbers on the page.
You asked about your poetry. You give life to words, emotions to sentient letters. There is more here than you know dear friend. (Hugs)Indigo
Unfortunately for the economy, their dreams were often taken into more account than their foibles... :/
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