Second Hand Life

second hand smoke,
Salvation Army shoes.
a crack in the mirror....

empty chamber in the gun.
flat tire on the car...
and the mailbox is empty....

wrong number again,
picking up socks off the floor.
molded crust on the bread,

a bag of coffee, and potatoes....
burnt out burner on the stove,
cobwebs on the ceiling.

too much, too little...
but never enough!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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