This Could Happen To You

I got so many bills I just want to cry.
Because on Social Security I have to rely.
On the side of the road you may see me as you pass.
I'm unable to drive and can't pay anyone gas.
One side of me won't function. Not many jobs I can do.
I struggle with buttons. Can't even tie my own shoes.
Where are we going? I ask you once more.
I can't remember your name, or even what you came for.
I Can't follow along. Every thing's a distraction.
I'm scared to speak up. Afraid to see your reaction.
They point and they giggle as I limp to my spot.
Some act disgusted, like I'm a disease to be caught.
Don't take things for granted. I know this to be true.
One day things could change. This could happen to you.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Harvey Avatar
October 2, 2009 at 2:15 PM
Advice sometimes isn't what one hears, though self-awareness evident. Such days, somtimes bend the rules. Proof of acountability too with personable ties make one grateful and eager for success. A lot to say! Hope send your way. Thanks. Jan
Sheart Avatar
October 2, 2009 at 1:35 PM
Hi Travis Ah hun, I'm feeling your pain. Please focas on what you can do instead of what you can't do. This may help. A cause perhaps to make things better for those who are going through what you are. I love your honesty in this poem it is very honest and real. Hugs, take care hun, Love Light Truth Patricia In this life it's our challenges that help us rise ubove....
Joseph Avatar
October 2, 2009 at 1:21 PM
nothing I can say will make this reality any less painful, and we are all a heartbeat away. Take care. This is real poetry.
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace