Here's a thought or two for you
and it's not that I am bitter
but when around and about a look I took
it ground me down to see such litter
tourists travelers neighbours too
please let me remind
think what you do I beg of you
and only footprints leave behind
but when it comes to living things
if the foot were in the other boot
would you like being polished off
therefore only photos shoot
i put the bastards of this world on notice
that i do not have their best interests at heart
.. author unknown
Illegitimi non carborundum ;-)
...Staggering, my vision cloudy,
I fall to the hard ground.
when life’s sharp left-jab leaves my face bloody,
and all that surrounds me, is the desolation of loss I feel all around.
I see myself slipping,
down the abyss to where nothingness exists,
still, I cling on, groping for a foothold,
for my will to stay persists.
I clamber up, I stand my ground, though battered and bruised I may be,
my curtain is not falling yet, I have some fight still left in me.
It is then, in the pit of despair, when all seems bleak and painful and dull,
I summon the strength from deep within,
I rise, slowly, to face the day,
I refuse to sink,
to wallow, to surrender, to throw in the towel,
to drown,
for I am stronger now,
indeed I am, after all the years, and all the battles,
I stand, bruised and bloody,
still,
I stand,
I refuse, to sink, to drown,
for they can try, to punish me some more,
but I shall not allow them to grind me down…
;-)
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