From the Sublime To the Sublemon

Beautiful words of wisdom adorn this site. Frightful hints of abuse, can keep one up all night. Pain ripe from the heart, easy to be read, Mourning agonies pulsating through a poets head, Joys and sorrows, confusion, and faith... Swirl about my mind,leave me so confused, The shining Mother Theresas, the misery of the abused, Sadly, I have no magic answer, Sure wish that I indeed did, To sooth the pain of the aged, To comfort an abused kid. All I can do is pray, Send in my Christian Charity support, But a small attempt at providing, Something each child should have without thought.