A Salvation

Ascribing my pain to my misstep
 I now walk with measured step
 the legs of mine give trouble
 very thwarting makes me feeble
 I, as of now, go and knock often
 somewhere and somehow  in tens
 the knees which are already torn
 look at me with a scorn
 as though they want to ask
 is it the way you put us to task
I  curse myself for my carelessness
 as I move through my inability in darkness
 know not when I would find a salvation
 could be near or far tell me without reservation

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The Talks That Hurt,

The talks  of many
 care a little penny
 they speak so bad
 makes one sad
 yet they continue to brag
 impelling a drag
 from commenting on a child
 to a remark on the adult
 mimicking the old
 create an ill feeling
 mind they, not their caustic
 go about in their rustic
 jib and jab with no remorse
 they are the people in force
 think they are great
not know what the future
 holds in store.