Howdy howdy... I'm FroznChild, New to the forums and JSH, but, already liking it. Plan to post as "often" as possible.
Please, enjoy the following poem...
(if you do not enjoy it, ... no refunds)

Fallen Angel

In an old abandoned alleyway,
With a trash heap mound,
Inside cardboard cupboards,
Lies Jacob, on the ground.

He no longer sees through those dirty eyes,
No more smiles that jaundiced grin.
Nor looks for smiling faces,
In the sweet caress of gin.

As an old man he begged for quarters,
And would smile when they'd laugh.
He's done it for so many years now,
That it's been blazed upon his epitaph.

At thirty-five he knew no one,
Lived in fear of what he'd done.
Was chased by demons in shadows,
Always cornered by a gun.

As a teenager, he hustled,
Showing a queen that wasn't there.
And life, was hard in the ghetto,
...and everything was fair.

As a child, he was beaten,
Taught to play the dance.
Of children who have no one,
And never had a chance...

At the table, with an empty plate,
His future, dull and dim...
He looks at the back of a milk carton,
Wishing that was him.

...But in his dreams at night,
When he's cried himself to sleep.
He has a family that loves him,
With a love that runs so deep.

So remember good old Jacob,
When you kiss your kids tonight.
He was just a fallen angel,
Who's finally taken flight.

With Equescent thoughts,
FroznChild

VERY NICE

sad but very good

it's funny how sometimes sad can make us feel...

With Equescent thoughts... and thankyou's to all
FroznChild

(of course, I'm not so new anymore... but still catching up)
Thanks, LaMom.
You know I like ya.