Hanging On

(late January 2012)

Thought that was it today
Down and out
Like Tyson's last stand I hung on to life
It slipped from me
And I fell

My dreams crashed too
Down as I to groundfall
Dripped, slipped and bumping they went

Would she save me?
I did not even see
Only seen through by she
As she lifed on
Her way, not mine

So who WOULD?
Had I gone down this day, who would pick me up?
And replace these pieces that would scatter
Would they CARE?
Would anyone BE?
Or just ME??