Could
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?
© Patrick Joe Kelly, all rights reserved. Contact Joe at art21crpd@gmail.com.