I can see how one tragic event could push a person to a ledge when that person was already teetering on the very edge looking down for quite some time picking up loose dimes on the street trying to scrape together just enough to eat.
They didn't plan on it being this way they've just been trying to survive one more day She is your neighbor down the street in a small town where power has gone to the local Sherrif's heads A mother of three out of work so she steals a loaf of bread while her kids play in polluted dirt I see how her story could end she didn't have any friends
Smile at a neighbor today you might keep them off the very edge of a ledge the gift of hope while they're at the very end of their rope You might be the one person that keeps them alive just by smiling... and, looking into their eyes *You just might keep them alive
This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove Jan. 26th, 2015