THE MANY AND THE FEW

Dreary days and

endless nights, tormented

by man made dreams

and endless schemes.

Smoky clubs on Sunset Boulevard, needle

infested alleyways,

and little girls that Pimps craves.

I long to rid myself of this self

imposed prison of degradation

of suffering and needless pain.

If there is no effort, there is no gain.

I have discovered that my

many friends are few.

The many used me to no end.

The few helped me to begin again.

Poetic Verses

By Gamaliel H. Gooding

Copyrighted, 2003