Tired Of These Silver Gray Days

Another gray day just like yesterday

And the day before

Makes me wonder if it’s a sign of decay

If we’ll ever learn the way

Just like London

Everyday begins gloomy in the morning and

Later the sun comes out to play

Then by afternoon goes away

Everyday it rains like here in New York City

Watch silver skies and overcast

Stare out the plate glass window in dismay

While I sit and crochet

Imagine living in a chalet on Hudson Bay

Made of stone and glass,

Fine walnut cabinets with stained glass doors

Pull out drawers throughout

Sun streams through my sun porch

When it rains, I close the glass doors and watch

Fine sprays of rain descend

Dream I’m a millionaire – I’ve spent that much

Gypsies believe if you’ve spent a million you are one

A blue jay flies by in 45-degree December

My thoughts stray,

Want to defray the cost of living

Wonder how those worse off pay

Bills in a place so ill the rent’s

Three times higher than salary

Wealthy connive to create anarchy
Pray USA's working poor will survive