Even Dogs Eat Crumbs

I’m going to            need help,
and       justasmuch     as you,
cause                      I find the old self,
waiting for             the new.

I       still watch             apparitions,
     dancing in               a background,
and I still know of              the heard,
making       music and sweet          sound.

But I’m merely                  just another,
walkingamongst                   the others
and              I need just as much       saving,
as a man who finds he             druthers.

            So                I’ll reminisce on this,
that as I feel all      senses numb,
                               that with everything I do,
even dogs eat crumbs.

© 2010 The Still Air