WITHOUT RESOLVE

My life is filled with stains 
The stain of two failed marriages 
And repossessed cars.
Credit cards that had lost its value 
And tokens of my childhood years 
Sold at storage buildings actions
Even pictures of my mom
Who has long since gone.
The stain of three foreclosed houses 
And five acres of land 
A heart stained by all these crises 
And the child in me 
That never wanted to be a man.
Those years of experience 
Has thought me many valuable lessons 
Of which my mind retains 
But my heart is forever broken 
By a life that's filled with stains.
By 
Wilford Barker.