If I could find purchase to stand 1990

If I could find purchase to stand,
very tall I would be.
The firm ground I once walked,
is now so slippery.
I crawl to my knees and try to stand
browbeaten by the flood.
I come to my feet and fall again,
soiled by the mud.
Once I stood and standing tall,
held life and love in sway.
Now I huddle covered in mud,
ashamed to be this way.
I had a friend who took my hand,
and lifted me to my feet.
And with a kiss, she gave me life,
Leaving the filth to the street.