Down And Out

No change in his jeans

Some seams near undone

His cuffs a mere

Tangle of tatters,
Sometimes life was fine

At times life as fickle

As forking a pickle

In a narrow mouth

Gallon of brine.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

9:40 PM November 14, 2015

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