When the grip had no grab!

The handle for the aged

now slippery,

the homeless faltered,

weathering away.... 

gone,

when their grab

had no grip.

Reviews

[Relic]

You speak of sad things. And sooner or later we must face one or the other.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Tim for leaving a review, I"ve just come back from holidays in Melbourne, stayed in the cbd, saw many homeless people of various ages sleeping on the footpaths, unfortunately, towards the end I got very sick with food poisoning, wasn't coping well and I thought at the time as I do now, how would they cope because I just wanted to jump in front of a tram to die and end my misery. Luckily I'm still here but still the cramps 5 days later still reside within but the toxins that made every muscle and bones ache horrendously are gone. The story behind the story lol. Cheers Tim.

[Relic]

Wow, I don't think I'd ever want to experience anything like that. Subjects for poems can always come from experience and feelings about those experiences. I wish you well my friend. :)

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Tim. I assure you you don't want what I had.