the old man
pulled up in front of
the detox center...
the boy turned to him:
'pray for me...'
'son, i prayed for you
when i took you in,
when i sat and listened,
when i fed you,
and cleaned you up...
now pray for me,
and most of all for yourself,
when you walk through that door
like a man, and ask for help! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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