But a few years ago, I fell on hard times for a while. Things got bad enough I thought I might need some government assistance to survive. As it turned out, I didn't even qualify for assistance. What I did qualify for was a change of heart. And unknowingly, some other people who had also fallen on hard times, gave me one.
I deal with things by writing about them. Seldom does it come out as poetry. This time it did. Here's a rare glimpse of me raw; real; human.