Ant Smith

Poetry

On my own two feet

I hate to haveta ask for stuff

I hate to haveta use a crutch

I hate to haveta say yes please

I hate to haveta be so weak

A little kindness brings a frown

A little help will bring me down

A little hope will just rebound

A little lost a little found

Big ideals

Big belief

Big old bastard

Bitter dreams

A little help from my friends

A little hell to make amends

A little less I'm still a mess

A little tender heartedness

I need to stand on my own two feet

I need to own my destiny

I need to learn to feel free

In my good friends' good company

Poetry