Nobody owes you anything.
Not the bank
that won’t extend your line of credit,
not the snot-nosed kid
you used to be,
not the tooth fairy or Santa Claus
not the girl you gave your heart to
not the President or your dad’s estate
not the bars you so well indulged
and which now won’t allow you in
anymore,
not even the poker dealer
who always tosses you
7 deuce with a smile.
Nobody owes you anything.
Not your folks who didn’t push you enough
into this too soft world,
certainly not this
pale blue dot that
gives you a roof over your head
and the right to be here,
certainly not time
the gatekeeper and
most democratic of sliding doors,
certainly not bare bones life
to which you aren’t even
an after thought.
Nobody owes you anything.
Get over it.
Close your ledgers.
Melt your tin trophies.
Get off your ass and
grow some balls.
Realize
the finish line is also
a starting line.