The Middle Class Woes

Poem By Shirley Marie Jacobsen

When the middle-class stretches and grows
someone knows! Even though the best decision
may rock the pillar, shake the beam
loose the temporary foundation
the middle-class still are! The middle-class shakes the rafters,
peers through the roof, stretches—yearning
to grow after the roots are shaken—tough,
beyond what once was the middle-class!

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