Most Suited Help! ! ! Poem by Michael Gale

Pursed lips molded so pouty and frowned...
How can one be so sullen and down? Sadness
is of a poker hand, So beguiled and hidden...
With a flushed face used by many a lie, it
is red and so darned stressed, as well as
wornly ridden! My pain is etched upon my
face...When will we endure as try to win
this life's hard hurdled runned on race!
Suffering to other's own selfish wishes...
Though their motives, are mean as malacious!
Feats of heroism is often thrown at one's
self...Eventually fated to land on their
own, much needed shelf of aid, or most suited,
most needed help! 10-30-2005'.