Bottomed Out Knocked down, dragged, Bottomed out.  Springs are saggin', Butts a draggin', Bank account's all tapped out.  Lifes a laggin’, Times a saggin’, Slithering down the shelf.  Happiness is fadin’, Like the jadin’, Of a new-found wealth.  From the viewin’, And maintainin’, The unfound self.  Sneaks up on ya, Like a stealth, ... The bottom shelf.

Photo:  Mark Andrews No way else to go but up.  Copyright 2004 © Ronald W. Hull 6/5/04 Mail More Poems My Place Read War's End, the Novel