-- What Bottom Looks Like --
By John Herlihy
I know what the bottom looks like,
And I am not sure I like what I see.
I know what the bottom feels like,
As I glance around, can this be me?
How did I get here and who to ask?
I wonder as no one seems to know.
On my list as a challenge and task,
As if I sat shivering in freezing snow.
I do surprise myself by what I forget,
Memory gone that once held breath.
But one memory lives with no regret,
How I rose up once again using heft.
A touch of misery or a touch of hope,
As we climb back that slippery slope.
My heart bleeds for the downtrodden,
Let a ray of hope their vision broaden.
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(c) John Herlihy 10 January 2019
'Enjoyed!!
Love ya!
Jane
So when I see someone on the street at the bottom. I see someone without some support, soon to die. But fortunately, unlike when I was in Cairo, with millions of refugees in the streets, we don't see people dead in the streets here in the USA like I did there.
Ron
.....one memory live with no regret SUPERB!
Never Stop Writing!!
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