Poem - Easier For Them

By Moya Boardman

Everyone else has it easier
Well - that’s the way it seems
The pain of life doesn’t cut so deep
And sometimes so slowly, sometimes fast
They all get to live their dreams

But with me the story’s different
I feel like I’ve lost my legs
I’m sinking into lonely dullness.
Flashes of light, distant thunder
I think I get just the dregs

But if there are dregs then there is SOMETHING!
Bigger and more glorious
It left behind that trail of crumbs
Stale bread bits, occasional pie
I want the whole meal!