Don’t Kick The Downtrodden

It bothers me immensely when I see

those who are struggling, genuinely,

getting kicked around

when they’re already down

Don’t kick the downtrodden,

show a little compassion

is it too much to ask now?

By: J.N.R Dutton


A jukebox in a malt shop,

playing a sweet melody,

filled an old man’s memories

as he thought back nostalgically

the year in mind was 1953


Two hearts were beating, nervously

young love was blooming beautifully,

and the future was a mystery

All these years on,

though his Love is long gone

He still smiles & tells their story,

says “she was the one”

By: J.N.R Dutton