nyc b-4 by Michael Whitney
This is for those of us on our knees.
This is for those of us unable to stand
for fear of falling.
This is for those of us defeated by time,
and bowed by age.
This is for those of us who somewhere
along the way got lost and can’t find
our way home.
This is for those of us on window ledges
and bridges, and in overflowing bathtubs.
This is for those of us who can’t change
who we are because we don’t know how
to forgive.
This is for those of us who have replaced
hope with blame, and point a finger at
those who care the most.
This is for those of us without love,
because we ask too much of others,
and not of ourselves.
This is for those of us who think this poem
is about someone else.
–Bison Jack
Over the years, Bison Jack was a regular contributor to the Savannah Missed Connections, and this poem (and its subsequent variations) was always a favorite. And today, September 14, 2018, is the perfect day to share it as this marks the eighth anniversary of Lovelorn Poets. Moving forward, this site will see a little less activity – the Monday through Friday schedule will be replaced by once or twice a week postings. I still have a significant number of poems saved in my archives, and I’m looking forward to investigating those until the supply is exhausted. Thank you, dear readers, for following along and a very big thank you to all the anonymous (and not so anonymous) Missed Connections writers who have inspired me throughout the years. Without you, none of this would have been possible.
