“I may be lying in the gutter but I’m looking up at the stars”

a poem by Richard Gildea, UK - poetry writer, author, poet

(In response to our friend Tony’s Inspirational Title)

With people stepping over me, my life it drains away in truth
I hear the grating of their shoes against the sidewalk edging stone
Existence overflowing, whilst pouring through some hell-bent sluice
Sewer rats just scurry by, implied intent at welcome home

Reflection in the spillage of another wasteful night’s imbibe
Screams back at me in memory, of where I once belonged
Perchance I hear a whispered word, in form of some rebuke or chide
That lifts me from my stupor, in showing world that I’ve been wronged

I turned to face mankind head on, to count the rhinestones in the sky
Crystal orbs that light the way, to paint a picture without price
So many mirrored wishes shown, revealing hopes in twinkled eye
They tell of numbered game of chance, an Angel’s blessed roll of dice

Reaching out to canopy, with sense of worth once more renewed
I take my place amongst the stars, in hoped for brand new dawn
Dreams I’ve harboured in my mind, with faith and so much love imbued
No outer limits can contain my spirit as of now reborn


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