Could be me, could be you, could do better?

I’m for the guy that’s on the run

The outward traveller the homeless one

Whose life is hard?

And not much fun

I’m for the girl who’s a mental health user

A victim of violence and sex abuser

Who left home to become a mother?

But at the hospital could not recover

I’m for the new kid on the block

The fretting youth with the acne spots

Life’s learning curve is quite a shock

‘’ Avoid the school of hard knocks’’

I’ll raise glass to the underachievers

The ones who should be self-believers

Whose life is hard but cold be better

The moral of this poem is

Love your yourself, and love your neighbours

You couldn’t do better!

PJK