Bottomed Out
Knocked down, dragged,
Bottomed out.
Springs are saggin',
Butts a draggin',
Bank account's all tapped out.
Lifes a laggin’,
Times a saggin’,
Slithering down the shelf.
Happiness is fadin’,
Like the jadin’,
Of a new-found wealth.
From the viewin’,
And maintainin’,
The unfound self.
Sneaks up on ya,
Like a stealth, ..
The bottom shelf.
No way else to go but up.
Copyright 2004 © Ronald W. Hull
5/16//04
Photo: Mark Andrews, seascapescards.com
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Good poem, no Brilliant poem!
Catch ya later!
Becca
Sometimes I write that way too (most times lol) But it's just that writing......sometimes, that is....:op
Really like this one Ron......ty, Dani
nice one
kinda looks like my truck sorta
enjoyed
We should be free to write whatever
comes to mind, not always about ourselves;-)
Reindeer
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
This was vividly expressed, thanks for sharing.