He shouted from the rooftop
His call went unheard
Returning to the ‘comfort’ of a damp rucksack
Made himself a comfortable as possible.
Life can be cruel at the best of times
Must make the best of the hand I was dealt
None of us know what lies ahead
One of life’s many imponderables.
His was an affluent upbringing
Unfortunately, falling in with the wrong crowd was his undoing.
After once more studying the tattered photographs
Suddenly he was airborne.
(c) Chris Black. September 2018
~The Poet’s Poet~
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