Poetry

Any mishap.

Hurt the leg.

Break the arm.

Concussion time.

Bruise the tailbone.

Black eye.

Feet failed and this is the result.

Running around.

Finding errands.

Turning a loss.

Being a hooligan.

Loads of rubbish.

Against all odds.

Greeting a new day.

Babbling gobbly de gook.

Be kind.

Leave some behind.

The next kiddo you see

will want some please.

The bowl is ours.

We will refill every hour.

But candy is so sweet

let everyone have a treat.

Life is not fair.

Life is made up of choices.

Somedays I can make an attempt.

Today is not one of those days.

Typically part of any outfit worn.

Sometimes found while eating.

Even after brushing them

your phone or tablet

will still be covered in it.

Making whatever electronic thing to be done

that much harder.

Easier when you have some.

Starting with nothing is where begging comes in.

To get a loan, you must have something.

Collateral.

Otherwise, you are left with asking for a job.

Sympathy comes easy.

Empathy draws you in.

Stories are told.

Friends may be made.

Yet, even though we are ultimately alone

we might be able to understand

someone else sometimes.

Coasting along.

Thinking plenty of time left.

Only to realize

the deadline now looms

and procrastinating must be over.

Or the things you feared

may very well still be coming true.

Dainty.

Delicate.

Cute.

Not like the galumphing elephant

I just let go.

Review the works.

Edit the shame.

Flash on the photos.

Feel the life begin to drain.

Be a supporter.

Find vision in the air.

Get behind the water.

Pain will begin to pair.

So although it was tame.

The body lost we will not share.