Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA
So now I sit here in my study
On this bright September morning,
A scene so tranquil one forget
The weather center and its warning.
My house is, thank God, well-constructed,
My preparations thorough, too.
I feel no major threat impending
As Mr. Floyd comes passing through.
Not true of many other people
Who are less fortunate than I.
My thoughts and prayers go out to them.
May this storm also pass them by.
The homeless people live in boxes.
Miami streets they call their home.
No fancy relatives to help them
And they are out there all alone.
The shelters do what they are able
But they will fill up all too fast.
The stench will be quite overpowering.
The food and water will not last.
Some of them can not use the shelters.
Their crimes will not let them appear.
God has become their judge and jury
And now their day in court is here.
The elderly along the beaches
Sit there alone and scared to death.
They have outlived all who could help them
They sit in fear with baited breath.
Hospital patients lay in small rooms,
Machines to help them stay alive,
Watch raging winds from out the window
And wonder if they will survive.
Of all the people that I think of
As rambling thoughts run through my mind,
The ones that really strike me deeply
Are the poor souls that are blind.
No way can I ever imagine
What those poor folks are going through.
The terror they must overcome is
Something I could never do.
So now the storm is fast approaching
As our sweet Mother pays a call.
If there were one thing I could wish for,
I'd wish that I could help them all.