The rug was pulled out
pulled out from under me I say.
The force was so hard
so hard it took my breath away.
It hurts that it’s gone
gone when I wanted it to stay.
But if I stay focused
stay focused on what I lost this way
I will never stand
never stand come what may.
So I’ll get a new rug
a new rug to stand on today.
© 2012 ck’s days
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