Some days it gets to me
Requests for prayer, currency
One can try quiet neutrality
But stories are hard, dependency
Here: crystal, Meth, Tik, or glass-y
U pray today, they call U "kuk" next day
It's the drug, makes voice big, manly
Others lost money, all, personality
Others want me to save their jobs
It's hard to bring them to Kerk, "slobs"
Believe they need shoes, good clothes
So I meet them anywhere, on the roads
I pick up heartbreaks, needs, dreams
Pushed my wife once, awoke for screams
NOTE: this poem was frozen on my cell for a long time. I kept sliding down the page for the POST button. I got lucky, but lost 3 poems between last night & today. My LORD knows what needs to be shared, so I'm trying to remain positive and in shalom. Shalom of Jesus the CHRIST!