(September 30, 1927 / New York / United States)

! ! ! ! Hanging By A Slender Thread...! ! ! !

Standing hunched on the parapet of a high rise,
At dusk, waiting impatiently for the night fall.
So many thoughts raced through the mind
Like a tree top shaking during a storm.

He climbed down…to or not to jump,
What if I just end up with broken limbs?
He thought tearfully swallowing a lump
In his throat; that would be worse than this…

Awoke startled, as birds announced it was dawn,
Is taking an extreme step an act of courage or cowardice?
Shaking the dust off his jeans saw the Sun rise…
Lines on the brow, in the morning light, pronounced.

Bedridden and injured… it would be living death,
Let us give life a try, he thought with a deep breath.
Never felt more alive, after he was gently chastised
Life is precious- a gift, bowed, grateful for the advice…

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I like particularly repetition of 'my friends', who have undergone various misfortunes. 'My friends with nothing'.
At dawn the stars on their flag will vanish The water will turn up their footprints and the day will rise Like a monument to my Friends the forgotten - - - - - - - - - - - -Perhaps the poet gives tribute to forgotten heroes of a war who lost every thing, legs, eyes or lives for the country or people.Now they are forgotten, but time will one day tell their stories.
A different consideration of what kind of friends you can have. M.Walker.
Very heartfelt dedication......great write!
My friends without fathers or houses hear Doors opening in the darkness Whose halls announce Nice work.Thanks for sharing it with us.
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