Now I Lay Me

Now I lay me down to sleep In my home that's really sweet Had three large meals and a snack There wasn't a hint of any lack Comfortable shoes and clothes that fit My heart's desires my money can get Friends and family know my name So many opportunities it's just insane Doctors and dentists, heat and air A hope and a future.. No despair Little chance I'll die before I wake But if I do, my soul God will take. But the homeless orphan goes to sleep His unbathed body on a filthy street Sold himself today to get a meal From a slimy stranger with a dollar bill No life, no skills, no future, no hope No family, no friends, no heat, no coat No shelter, no job, no doctor, no care No money, no support, no help anywhere Despair and neglect, a fight to survive A shell of a child more dead than alive And if this orphan dies before he wakes Will he know my God his soul to take? ~Lyric Man Note: Just returned from two weeks in Africa. I’ve seen the most amazing and the most tragic sights. This poem/prayer is a contrast of a typical western lifestyle to that of a fatherless orphan. PS-I’ve basically been without internet for the past two weeks and have missed reading your poetic works. May you and I never take take for granted all the blessings that we have been afforded!