The Great Depression- Occasional Poem

"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself." --President Franklin D. Roosevelt

Depression.
Money is all gone.
When it left it filled the earth with dust,
tears,
and pain.
10 years of pain.
It just gets worse and worse.
Can anyone help me?
Will they help all of us?
We all need help.
We fell so hard.
Can we pick ourselves back up?
It gets worse-- and then...
And then we have hope
We make plans
President Roosevelt--he gave us hope
and finally...
it was over
Our cuts would heal to scars
We would be okay.