Life On the River Bar
I was down on my luck...
as so many are now.
I wanted to bounce back...
but didn't know how.
I'd lost my job...
was too proud to go home.
So I camped on a river bar...
a place I called home.
It wasn't so bad...
it could have been worse...
what happened next one couldn't rehearse.
I'd packed up my stuff and hid it away,
while I went looking for work...
which took most of the day.
Upon my return...to my horror I found,
all of my stuff was just thrown all around.
My sleeping bag and tent had been slashed with a knife...
so were my clothes...
that just didn't seem right.
Holes were shot through my canned goods...
my pans were destroyed...
I had now hit rock bottom...falling deep in a void.
Even though I'm a man...
I just sat down on the rocks...
crying up to the heavens...
I felt so empty and lost.
I must have been heard...
cause the next thing I knew...
I picked myself up...my hope was renewed.
I found some old plastic...
which kept me dry for the night.
Defeat no longer held me...I was ready to fight.
I got a new job...got back up on my feet...
this is one time...
I hope never to repeat.
P.R.Deremer
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