be me, could be you,
could do better
I’m for the guy that is on the run,
the outward traveller, the homeless one,
the one whose life is hard and not much fun.
I’m for the girl who’s a mental health user,
a victim of violence and sex abuser
who left home to become a mother
but at the hospital could not recover.
I’m for the new kid on the block,
the fretting youth with the acne spots.
Life’s learning curve is quite a shock—
avoid the school of hard knocks
I’ll raise a glass to the under-achievers,
the ones who should be self-believers,
whose life is hard but could be better.
The moral of this poem is
love yourself and love your neighbour—
you couldn’t do better?
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