Sky Hooks
SKYHOOKS
They pulled me up when
I was mired in a quagmire
of rules and regulations,
and helped me parry
the thrust of a bayonet
in the heat of a battle
we never could win.
They showed me the path
to everlasting love
when no one believed
it could ever endure.
They guided my heart
on how to grow old
as nothing but a pile of dust.
Skyhooks can’t be seen
or touched, but they’re there
as sure as the nose on your face.
Milton P. Ehrlich 199 Christie St. Leonia, N.J. 07605
Biffman2002@gmail.com
Copyright © Milton Ehrlich | Year Posted 2020
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