Going On

August 30, 2011

He came unto you as a husband, brother,

And friend, cold, and hungry, trouble without end.

In the cold of winter, a car, he slept in.

Not a stranger, but someone you knew,

you asked "how you doing", but really not interested, leaving the same way, now that you know.

He cries out, "My God, how long, how far, must this go?"

"It doesn't matter Lord, I'm going to hold on."

When he was finished, he went on, not knowing where, and no one else seem to care.

Allen Bostic


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