"We are all out looking for love somehow / And a place to call home"

Just Poetry

He has a prescription for Vicodin
But it interferes with his vodka so
He will only take a pill now and then
And a few of the kids around town know
That he has a stash of them and wonder
If he would be willing to sell a few
To them so they could chase their pain away
And put themselves under anaesthesia
They ask me if I have seen him today

Since he is homeless one can never tell
Where he might be and he has amnesia
No doubt from the vodka so I just say
He forgets where he is and would not sell
His pills if they could find him anyway
Whenever he takes one he sleeps so deep
He looks like he is dead there on the ground
I really wish the hospital would keep
Him safe and treat him but he moves around

The last time I saw him I realized
That about all I can do for my friend
Is light his cigarette and hope that he
Will find what he is looking for someday
He and the kids find life painful like me
Everyone wants to be anaesthetized
We are all out looking for love somehow
And a place to call home but in the end
Our lives have become unbearable now

He and I at the end as kids begin
But I am past vodka and Vicodin
So what is left for me? Just poetry

+Steven Curtis Lance



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