Sinking feelings deep down low
Air-tank bubbles moving slow
Heavy weights help you dive
Pumping air to stay alive
Trust not many with this job
Be alert or life could rob
Coppers spent could save your life
To see once more your loving wife
In the gloom dark thoughts appear
Missing those you hold so dear
Sinking feelings fill your head
So wake up now, you’re still in bed
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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