Invisible Help
I heard the wind howling, howling my name,I heard it ask "Son do you want to play a game?"
I said "Now you know better than to ask",
He just kindly smiled and tipped his flask,
I sat down and asked him what he had in mind,
He said "I just want your life for you to find,"
I told the wind to keep on blowing down river,
That I really didn't want to turn out a soul giver,
He told me he didn't at all even want my soul,
He made it clear for me it was black as coal,
He said "My friend I just want to help you",
I thought and then said "That's not for you to do"
"Helping hands are far too few to reject them", he said,
But I laughed at him and went home, woke up and now I'm dead,
I asked god as he was sending me to hell,
Why he didn't send me any help, I started to yell,
He said "Son of mine remember the wind",
"He was your help but you left him at the bend."
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2006-05-27 at 18:56
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