A Ditch In The Dust. Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

So I awoke face down
In a ditch on a dirt road
How did I end up here?
The question echoed
A passing dog growled
A passing beggar laughed
A passing cloud cried
I was damp and cold
I gave the dog the last
Of the food in my pocket
I gave the beggar leave
To borrow my jacket
I told the cloud a story
To fill him with mirth
And stop his teary mood
I asked them all if they knew
Why and how I had
Come to be a resident
Of this uncomfortable ditch
Oh no friend they colluded
You were here when we arrived
We have just been waiting
To help you climb out
After all is that not
What friends are for?