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Is The Thrill Gone Away

Is the thrill gone away  
Do I have nothing more to say  
This is the day I have silently prayed never to come  
I cannot hear the beat of my own mental drums  
My mind is trying to stay afloat  
Waves rocking against my paddle boat  

Do you see what I mean  
My thoughts have never been this far in between  
However, Iím somewhat tinkled pink  
Fingers gliding as I think  
Giving everything, I got bedsides the kitchen sink  
Is the thrill really gone away  
Is this the day I have nothing else to add or convey  
Mentally flowing day by day  
Hoping something strikes my thinking as I lay  

So many things the mind goes through  
The Highs the Lows  
The Mental Blues  
Hey, I did like someoneís poem today about the homeless  
I canít fathom not having a place to rest my head or a permanent address  
No comforting shoes  
Salvation for them is so long overdue  
As the poem stated the homeless hold up signs  
We ride or walk pass them daily, cannot even toss them a dime  
Let alone lend an ear of our time  

Itís cold outside  
Iím sure it has been a million times the bitter winds have heard their cries  
Guilt never shields their pride  
As a society of people, we take their untidy presence in stride  
The bed of my slumber is hard and sometimes cold  
A sight to others to behold  
Pushing my cart without a care in world  
You know I was once a working girl  
My husbandís jeweled pearl  
Mishaps and bad decisions have gotten us here  
We make it together daily through the grief of our tears  

At times they ask the masses for a small handout  
Which I know we all have qualms about  
So, the next time give the homeless the benefit of the doubt  
We do not know how they ended up on their route  
 Although, you may hear my hands are tied  
Get away from me youíre a thorn in my side  
I hope this never will be applied worldwide  
I do toss coins every once in a while  
I have to remember it may be an Angel who returns a smile  

Mr. Green thank you for showing me the misplaced humanity of my mind  
Everyone here is living on borrowed time  
For a minute, I almost forget I could rhyme  
One less mountain for me to mentally climb  
Mr. Green Iíve read your thoughts on the homeless through your poem  
I wonder if I saw you on the streets, would my words have kept you warm  
Would I have dazzled you with my Aquarian charms  

Or would I have brainstormed to get you back on a higher platform  
Sheltering your existence through the darken hour of your storm  
Sometimes how you started is not always where you will be  
Personally, for me and the powers of my creed  
I have the riddle while living fancy free  
Haitian named as you feel me, key me †
The universal alliance to the 33 degree  
Using my spiritual significance, the celestial guild to your needs  

Not the revelations of the Masonic  
My words whispering in your mind as a beautiful symphonic  
While keeping it strictly platonic  
When your mind is relaxing, you know a state of cerebral catatonic  
I really didnít have nothing to say  
I hope my poem have paved the way  
Just remember tomorrow is a new day  

To the hopeless and homeless  
I will continue to pray you are given mental rest  
Now I have everything to say and everything to do  
Never in life pity a fool  
Exception does sometimes prove that rule  
Hopefully you never encounter someone being cruel
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Author's Note
I consider the homeless just as important as the richest of the rich.

Lauren Daigle
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