Pondering
I'm standing tall upon a cliff,
looking down at small poor souls.
I'm sitting here wandering if,
and pondering all the reasons.
This is for the wife,
who cry's herself to sleep,
knowing her children are bruised,
and battered from her husbands
alcoholism.
There's no where to go,
believe me I know.
You're stuck thinking,
one more raise,
maybe one more promotion,
and you can save your kids from
this hell hole.
This is for the 15 year old,
on the streets of Detroit,
in charge of his 5 younger siblings.
Arrested for selling cocain,
and told to wait for other opportunities.
This is for the cancer patient,
waiting in bed.
No cure yet,
not like it matters,
who would have the money?
This is for the single dad,
hardly ever mentioned.
Trying to keep your kid,
and keep him off the streets,
it's hard,
even harder without the job.
This is for everybody,
every poor soul
out there wondering if,
standing on a cliff,
will I ever be able to lift,
maybe be able to shift this life?
I'm standing tall upon a cliff,
looking down at small poor souls.
I'm sitting here wandering if,
and pondering all the reasons.
Copyright © Paul Bailey | Year Posted 2011
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