I'm Googled out, but still trying to find an American poem I read in college several years ago, which still haunts me. It's about a young working man who shared an apartment with his brother.
I think they even shared the same bunk because they worked and slept different shifts. I could have sworn it contained the line "were we ever really twenty.
" It's about the struggles of working people trying to survive and someday get ahead. Anyone know the one I'm talking about? I never have trouble finding poems until now, ug.