A Shoulder To Cry On Poem by james d nall,jr

A Shoulder To Cry On



Each day a call, I'll recieve
absolution, the person believes
will come from my advice
usually, they'll call me twice.

It seems they know for sure
that my answers, are true and pure
their problems I always solve
taxing my poor resolve

But lately I've come to find
that, to my problems, others seem blind
so, whom do I get to give me release
besides the church or the police?

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james d nall,jr

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blackshear, georgia
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