When he was born something was wrong.
He always sang another song.
Never heard what other folks said.
Spoke only to voices in his head.
And he talked to himself.
Parents tried hard to help him mature
but everything to him was a blur.
Doctors saw him and he went to school
but people laughed and called him a fool
because he talked to himself.
His folks are gone now, he’s all alone.
He watches TV but has no phone.
People bring food and leave at the door
which he eats while he sits on the floor
and just talks to himself
They say they’re doing what is the best.
He’s in a home so he can have rest.
He works on crafts and plays many games
He looks at the folks but can’t say their names
as he talks to himself.
He got to heaven and God took his hand
and led him to see that all things were grand.
The touch of Jesus restored his mind
and he was with those who had been so kind.
And he talked to them.
Nice write,
Dan
Newfie Hugs, Rose
That was good, Larry. I've known people like that, and it seemed they were a little closer to God.
John