don't know if this is a poem or what but it came to me one rainy night.

IT IS A DARK AND RAINY NIGHT, DOES ANYONE CARE?
NO.

IT IS A DARK AND RAINY NIGHT, I AM WET AND COLD, DOES ANYONE CARE?
NO.

IT IS A DARK AND RAINY NIGHT, I HAVE NO WHERE TO GO. DOES ANYONE CARE?
NO.

I HAVE NOT EATEN IN DAYS, DOES ANYONE CARE?
NO.

I HAVE WALKED OUT OF MY FOSTER PARENTS HOUSE, DOES ANYONE CARE?
NO.

I AM JUST ANOTHER FIRST NATIONS MAN ON THE STREETS, DOES ANYONE CARE?
NO.

IT IS A DARK AND RAINY NIGHT, DOES ANYONE NOTICE ME?
NO.

IT IS A DARK AND RAINY NIGHT, DOES ANYONE NOTICE?
NO.

IT IS A DARK AND RAINY NIGHT...................


JOHNNIE5

wow johnnie5

that is very touching. and it too reminds me too when i lived on the streets of my city. did u ever live on the streets? but wow the memories that came up.

Very sad Johnnie , but was well written

You know when we think no one hears our voice, nor cares, does not know we ar huger or cold just look up for he sees all and cares deeply.

A First Nation Man is never truly alone, there are brothers and sisters who walk beside you in every step, the old ones know your pain and plight. Excellent piece Johnnie