A narrative poem, Rejected castaway
Instead of closing drug and alcohol treatment centers, let's build more. Wall street is thriving, it's time we remember the alcoholics and drug addicts.
Today i passed an old man on a busy down-town street
He was homeless, carrying a sign that said, " I'm hungry, but i need a drink so much more
His eye's begging, how could i make a quick retreat?
When he held out his shaky hand, i couldn't walk away
I felt his pain and misery
Visibly saw the dragon he so desperately needed to slay
I wanted to embrace him, hold him in my arms
But he was in a hurry to get the calming poison
His demeanor was void of any social charms
I gladly gave, whispering, " Please let me help you? "
He sped past me to the closest saloon
To get the needed drink that was long-overdue
I was aware i'd helped him for one more precious day
But what about tomorrow?
He needed help but had no place to stay
Statistics tell us he will be just another rejected castaway.
Please watch the video, it will warm your heart.......Thank's Rolly.
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