guy lipmore

Treading Water. - Poem by guy lipmore

Haven’t visited the food bank yet,
However, against the future, would not bet.
Wouldn’t rule out the ‘soup’ kitchen either,
Come close recently to a dire future.
There again, don’t qualify,
Situation does not comply!
More of thrift will have to be produced,
Shopping bill will have to be reduced.
Things getting tighter, and nastier,
A foot on either side of the gap that is getting wider!

Bobbing up and down in the choppy sea,
Water all around as far as the eye can see.
Swirling and lapping on the chin,
Yep, it is sink or swim.
Bits or water getting down the throat,
Just treading water, staying afloat.

Just hope against any stormy weather,
A hammer blow that would deliver.
A high swell or ‘killer’ wave or so,
That could send all below!

No nearer the shoreline,
No ‘rescue’ boat or sign.
No life jacket in sight.
No choice, but to fight.


Topic(s) of this poem: survival

Poet's Notes about The Poem

The plight of some good friends a few years ago. I might add that things have vastly improved since their situation.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 9, 2015

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