Like A Man

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! '

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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