Bottomed Out

Knocked down, dragged,
Bottomed out. 
Springs are saggin',
Butts a draggin',
Bank account's all tapped out. 
Lifes a laggin’,
Times a saggin’,
Slithering down the shelf. 
Happiness is fadin’,
Like the jadin’,
Of a new-found wealth. 
From the viewin’,
And maintainin’,
The unfound self. 
Sneaks up on ya,
Like a stealth, ...
The bottom shelf.

An old car bottomed out

Photo:  Mark Andrews

No way else to go but up. 

Copyright 2004 © Ronald W. Hull



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