Poems from Thomas Dooley
It is like some one died
Some one who supports the foundation
Of who you are
Now they're gone, you must go on
Another year older
Starting...
What do I do when down?
What do I do when I here
That blue sound
What do I do when alone?
What do I do when I here
That blue sound
...
Is there a place? was the question asked
A place for all the pain All the tears and suffering
A place for the difficult
She found it...
Those who control the meek
They are the ones who are weak
With the pain they inflict
Suffering they will not admit
Prejudice is their...
Mr. Morgan is on the streets
Homeless and stressed
Because he can't read
Sister has a child
Alone with no man for support
Just a boy
Who is...