As We Sow, So Shall We Reap

Don’t call my home a shopping cart,
You know damn well it’s not.
This cart I push? My life’s parade,
My hopes, my dreams, my beating heart.

This home on wheels is all I know.
You say I stole it and I must pay,
yet you break the law and no one blinks,
So why this dog and pony show?

Yes, I composed this song of need.
This squeaking symphony of hurt and pain,
Life’s melody gone awry.
Still I exist, a loathsome weed.

My world condensed, this rusty throne,
you say it’s stolen, I call it hope,
You call it theft, I say good fortune.
Now bear witness the seeds we’ve sown.