Wednesday, 8 June 2011

A thief through the letterbox

It's cold and the sky is grey -
The birds are in their nests,
My wallet is empty.

A statement from the bank -
More charges for taking out money
and going over the overdraft.

Twenty-five pounds a time -
I didn't know.
Nothing they can do,

When they have all my money -
and charge me for taking it out.
Tears come and the skies crack open and

The rain falls -
I have to run out before
The clothes are soaked.