The Thing Poem by D Loveday Morris

The Thing

We all go through something
Be open and you'll see
We just experience that thing differently
The Joys, sorrows and mistakes
Are the same things that build and break

For what knocks one down
Or breaks one women's crown
Is the boat that floats or drifts to town
The rope that is used to climb up and down
And prevents another from drown

Some see the blue skies
Others the trees
Yet, everything is present in reality
For some the water is a solid block
And for others it's a place
A constant reminder that life never stops

D. Loveday Morris

June 2020

An Extract from the Diary of a Jamaican Critical Care Nurse Living and Working in the UK