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A Sign Reads, No Road Ahead
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Only but for the Grace of God
and good fortune, I have never been homeless...
a nightmare I pray never darkens my sleep.
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On a street in LA, I stop to speak to a man,
who lies cold on a slab of concrete.
His clothing is dirty, shoes badly worn,
and his matted hair is silver streaked,
A smell like rotten eggs wafts about him..
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He extends a hand to me, I accept.
Although I am repelled by his uncleanliness,
his hand is warm and friendly.
A sound of hollow anguish
echoes from his belly.
Aromas of food haunt like the ghosts of
sounds too distant to reach his ears.
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Nearby, a child dressed in a warm coat,
tugs at his mother's skirt and asks,
"Why's that man like that?"
The mother glances at him, then quickly turns away.
A policeman passes and angrily shouts. "hey
old man, you can't park your butt here."
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He tells me he once had a wife and child;
lost them-was unable to provide.
He longs for the woman who's arms no longer hold him.
Her eyes will never dream of him.
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Love never touches him.
His name is barely spoken.
Can he endure this pain of uncertainty and loneliness;
no perception of direction. nothing to focus on?
Where does he go? To whom can he turn
from this house of despair?
With no road ahead of him,
Absolute sleep-
in death
seems a comfortable companion.
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I awaken cold and shaken
to the stone gray dawn
I rise with a prayer on my lips
and I am not hungry.

Until Life's Last moment

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I'll be the whisper you want to hear.
The one you long for not far but near.
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I'll be your voice whenever you call.
I'll hear your cry from deep in your soul.
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I'll be your desire, your hope your dream
Your fantasies too no matter how hard it may seem
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I'll mend your heart when sad and broken
with love and care and words unspoken
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I'll hold your tears whenever you cry
in the palm of my hand as the years go by.
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I'll be your strength should you ever feel
that all is lost and you need to heal
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I'll be your thoughts so you can find
a path to serenity, peace of mind
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I'll be your eyes when you no longer see
I'll hold you close so close to me
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I'll be there always to cover your fears
with a blanket of love till they all disappear
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I will love you forever with each beat of my heart
I'll be yours only, with prayers we never part.
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When silence comes and your no longer aware
My Love, wherever you go, I too will be there.

I was inspired to write this poem while sitting on the steps of the Acropolis in Greece as I listened to Yani in concert playing his piano music, which he called,

" Life's last Moment. "

Orania created and hosts Platinum Poetry More about Orania Hamilton

There are times when we all face sadness and despair. It takes but a moment to reach out to someone that needs you. poetry is an eternal language of souls. It can soothe, heal, liberate and enlighten you to the world around you. Words like the wind touch each one of us as gentle rain washes away our tears. Poetry is like a seed planted in soil wanting to be nourished, to grow with brilliant colors that please the human thought. Take my hand, stroll with me through these pages of love, sadness, want, happiness, friends and nature.

                            For the love of poetry,
                               Orania Hamilton
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