You are walking along and all of a sudden someone runs into you,
It is an old acquaintance, someone you use to know and appears blue,
“what is the problem?” you say with compassion in a mild voice,
You note the person you are talking to is upset and their eyes moist.
“My life is in turmoil and I seem to have no options at all,”
It was a person on the edge of a precipice and about ready to fall.
“Money is a problem and I cannot pay my bills,
I even have cut down so far that I have eliminated the thrills”
“My wife has left me and the kids do not know my name,
My boss fired me for a nonsense reason, bad sales were really to blame.”
“Then my car broke down and I jumped the battery but ran out of gas,
I always seem to be picked after everyone else and therefore I am picked last”
“Now the devil has appeared and claimed my soul and I have descended to hell,
But my claim to fame is solid for Quasimodo and I have fun ringing the abbey bell.
It is hot down here but I am in my Bermuda shorts,
That is all I have left for I lost everything else in divorce courts.”
And then I realized I was in trouble just like my friend,
For I too was in hell, my soul had been corrupted and thus I had descended.