The cold snap caressing
Much of the country
Had nothing to do with
The shudders and winces
Tugging at shoulders and faces
Of those watching oil prices
Dropping,
Oh there are no tears
For the boardroom billionaires,
But the young truck driver
With lay-off papers in pocket
Four weeks before Christmas,
Bellered.
The echo foretelling
Dire consequences coming
Should the tumbling continue.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Dockside” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:10 AM November 30, 2014