when the gravy train ends

was it love,

or

trying to get love that i

gave

so much.

that i opened up

the bank

and let the money buy

whatever

was needed,

not by me, but by them.

why was i so

generous with the lazy,

those lacking

ambition.

those sleeping until

late in the morning,

nine or ten.

all that tuition,

those cars,

and phones.

clothes and electronic

gizmos.

love is a funny thing,

but when

the gravy train ceases,

some love

seems to end.