He was lying in a gutter
With just a bottle of booze
Some matches and a blanket
He has, nothing more to loose
Once a doting father
A beautiful loving wife
A productive member of society
A healthy active life
Laid off at Christmas
Corporate cheer was rife!
No presents for the kids
Living on a knife
Soon the arguments started
Life was now despair
Kids became more distant
His wife had an affair
He wouldn’t shave
And didn’t care
How he looked or smelled
A downward spiral perpetuates
Rock bottoms
Where he dwells
He doesn’t look for pity
For there’s none
He concedes
A bottle, matches and a blanket
What more dose he need?
Love and gratitude, Suzie xox