Bank Day

Today was a long day,
as I walked to the bank down the way.
It was all the same,
and what happened in the end made no one to blame.

I saw children playing,
and down the street a nun praying.
Things seemed to be alright,
but what happened was as dark as night.
Even through the day's light,
trouble came with a mighty big fight.

The door to the bank swayed open,
and I felt the whole rooms emotion.
Some were waiting in line,
a man was crying at the time,
which is the start of this horrid tale of mine.

With a moment's quick action,
the gun shot pleaded for my reaction.
The man that had shared a weep,
had gotten to his feet,
with tears streaming down his eyes,
I saw him fall to the ground as he died.

This is not the end, however,
and the rest doesn't get so much better.
The man who had just cried,
and who has just lost his life,
shares a tale that does not shine too bright.

The reasons for him being there;
he had lost his job within the year,
then he lost his wife,
she took the kids away from his life,
and then the bills came,
for a loan and a mortgage he hadn't paid,
which had brought him to this day.

As he sat down in that seat,
with a weapon at his side just hidden beneath,
he tried to reach out of the Devil's heat,
but they said they would take his house by the end of the week.

This was all that he could take,
and it was the moment he felt his soul start to break.
He reached to his side,
took a weapon out as the tellers tried to hide,
in which it ended with his life.

It is a story I will always remember,
a story that will last forever.
When the time comes,
the round trip of the date for all these years,
I will think of the shot of that gun.
and will always think of it with tears.