On the ground he fell
Out of his senses he was
they all thought.
Too weak to cry
that he sniveled
Passed by him they did
A loner, he was
Hope ,never he had
while at the bottom he sunk
Beyond his limits he went
ululating to the deity he did
for his last chance it was
Out of the miry clay ,he got
And on the solid Rock ,he stood
Praises and honor ,he gave
to he that discovered him
©monicakisa
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