I’ve fallen
man,
really fallen.
Did I break something?
I’m all right.
Getting back up
for another day.
Another drink.
Another cig.
Another day.
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Author:
James Michael (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 17th, 2021 20:34
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Comments1
... 'and when the pain recedes, enough
maybe even dare another: shaky step
towards that - hopeful Next
we've yet, to be let down by'
imbued great meaning, in such succinct wording! thanks for sharing
Always top notch comments from your fingertips; thank you.
This one came from an interaction with a homeless person yesterday. His legs are ruined, barely able to walk. Fallen and still able to rise. A gift of a cig. wedged in his ear.
seek for wisdom
beyond what your eyes can see
they await,
in all the people, that have been adorned
by that most vaunted: Degree, of life...
(thanks for sharing, the added detail
enriched your write with the benefit
of the 'meaningful' context, it helped provide)
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