Update

Update

It
Is
With
Mixed
Regret
I face
The
Fact
I’ll
Die
In
Debt.
Bad
Enough
That
I grow
Old,
And
Haven’t
Yet
Discovered
Gold
In
The
Yard
Of
My 
Expensive
Dwelling,
Instead
Of 
Shelling
Out
A
Heap
To
Re-roof
The
Place,
So
When 
I sleep
It
Won’t
Fall
In
My
Face.
The
Sewer
Line
Will
Soon
Be
Fine,
And
I won’t
Have
To
Wade
Through
Muck,
But
Hey,
Can
You
Front
Me
A
Thousand
Bucks?