The Transylvania Times -

Why Not Me?

 

February 14, 2019



Sometimes in traffic I see the person I could have been. Mental illness, the bleakness. Families do not understand.

Worn brown backpack, tread-bare wool cap.

Shoes with soles coming loose.

Maybe a dog for companionship. A sign on cardboard requesting food and money.

Alas, the car moves steadily through traffic. Time demands I go on without stopping.

Some day there will be a cure for mental illness.

It is up to us who have a voice to speak for our brothers and sisters.

Pick us up, too, when we stumble.

Sandy Goble

Brevard

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