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Very well done. Unfortunately all too true for the Janes out there.
posted by
adnohr
on February 10, 2013 at 9:24 PM
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Sinome
If I wasn't on my new meds this poem would have had me in tears again, you're very gifted my friend.
posted by
WileyJohn
on February 7, 2013 at 5:31 PM
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Oh my goodness Superb. Jane was her name and none of us cared.
My darling friend....I salute you!!
posted by
Kabu
on February 7, 2013 at 4:03 PM
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Absolutely amazing! I told you that your previous poem sounded like something I might write for my wife. And then you present this one! Guess what my wife's name is! Are you psychic? 
posted by
JimmyA
on February 7, 2013 at 11:59 AM
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A sad poem I find this to be.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on February 7, 2013 at 10:11 AM
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Sinome
Yery powerful, and very sad...
posted by
Nautikos
on February 7, 2013 at 8:52 AM
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A very sad truth, but beautifully written. x
posted by
Collene
on February 7, 2013 at 8:17 AM
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how sad but yet so true
posted by
Lanetay
on February 7, 2013 at 8:05 AM
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Sinome
®I wondered about a homeless woman, sitting against a building downtown in the cold. The words kept, running though my mind she needs help and are the homeless shelters open to all love. BC-A, Bill’s R®st
posted by
BC-A
on February 7, 2013 at 7:02 AM
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Very sad emotions were put in this poem
posted by
Chuck_E_Ibrahim
on February 7, 2013 at 3:36 AM
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Very sad.
posted by
UtahJay
on February 7, 2013 at 12:12 AM
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Truth is sometimes too awful to do this in the hope of surviving another day
posted by
C_C_T
on February 6, 2013 at 11:06 PM
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