Get Up Poem by norman hale

'Get up' he said
'Get out of that bed
We know you're playing off
Don't act like you're sick
Or force yourself to cough'

'Get up' he said
'Then slapped her on the head
There's nothing wrong with you
You're just down in the dumps
And have a case of the blues'

She said 'I can't get up'
' you simple pup'
As she cried in pain
She reached for him or her cane
But, it was all in vain

She said ' my back is out'
As she began to shout
And tears rolled town her face
The words coming out of their mouths
Where running faster than a race

She got her cane
And struck at him again and again
He left the room with head hung low
For he knew what he had done
He knew, he was wrong for starting this show

He went to his room, not so clean
He wandered why he had to act so mean
With his head bowed low
Not a tear in his eyes
Why, must he put on such a show?

This show goes on most everyday
Some are worse, then there are better days
It's a sad day yes it's true
When people would rather fight
And walk around without a clue

There are pople who'd rather fight than eat
They are scared of loves defeat
If they could only go back in time
When their hearts first did meet
They'd know love is magical as any rhyme

written 2/2/2914 by Norman Hale Jr.