A prayer for a lady called Joan
As a scared little child,
I kneeled in the corner,
My eyes weeping from the tears that flowed,
My head hung way down low,
Believing nothing was left.
God I do not want much is what I said.
Just someone to give me lunch,
Someone to give me a place to rest my head.
It would be nice to also have my own bed.
Someone to give me hugs,
Someone to give me a real warm rug.
Someone to give me some clothes I can call my own.
Someone to teach me about telephones,
Some who will keep me well,
Someone to show what’s not from hell,
I will love this person oh so very well,
Let this person love me,
That I may be free,
Form all the pain and misery.
Let it be knowen, God gave me all this in a lady called Joan.
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Spoken word?
Now that was personal and good.
I bow and take my hat off to you for that spoken word? or poem.
I say spoken word.
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Thanks
I would like to thank you for taking the time to read my words, this is as close to a poem as i could get for this one any idear on how to inprove will be greatly appreciated, thank you once again.