Mike's Song Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

Like a bolt of lightning out of the blue
you are down and out, head over heels
like a guy in one of Frank's songs-
riding high in April, shot down in July!

When the wheel of fortune turns
and you're out of chips, blue eyes,
and the notes go flat as your singing sours,
and you're on your uppers in life-
that's life, baby! That's all there is!

You can look for love if you like
or beg for compassion if you dare
or knock on any door for a handout
but you're on your own!