30 Days

poor man talking this morning,
told me his insurance lapsed...
he went up and reinstated....
but they took his tag for 30 days....

makes about 8.50 an hour,
the only job he can find...
now he's afraid he's gonna lose it....
cant get to work for 30 days....

living on the edge....
good people, hard lives....
just trying to get by....
30 days, God only knows!

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