Our struggles don’t have to poison the well
When we’ve been through things that burn like hell, we don’t have to let them destroy us
Maybe, just maybe they taught us things so that we can help others who have been there too and need the story we lived to tell
By: J.N.R Dutton
If you play with fire, eventually you will be burned, yet sadly there are some it seems, who never learn
They keep one foot in the dark abyss, saying to themselves “I can handle this, it’s harmless” and it seems they really are convinced, lost in self delusion, confusion, heartbreaking as it is
By: J.N.R Dutton (2023)
This poem is about the dangers of addiction, the more you feed one the bigger it grows. Addiction is a devastating poison, if you are struggling with one, there is help, hope and healing, if you’re willing to seek it out.
“The right things to do are the hardest choices”
I heard a man say that today
The only advice I’d give him,
if I could
would be to pray,
and ask the Lord
to guide his way
By: J.N.R Dutton
Tony’s sitting at the laundromat alone,
waiting on his last load of clothes
When another man comes in out of the rain
w/just what’s on his back
shaking off the wet & cold
Tony looks at him, smiles & says:
“Man, how about I help you right now? I’ve got some dry jeans and t-shirts here,
feel free to check them out, take whatever you need, brother
…I’ve got plenty anyhow”
The other man looks at Tony w/thanks, and says:
“you give me hope I’ve got to say,
I thought compassionate people like you
were on the fade these days”
By: J.N.R Dutton
When you’re flat broke, living in your car,
when what’s left in the tank won’t get you far
you hold on to hope like a shining star
& it’s times like these, when you find out
Who your true friends are
They’re the neighbors who will help you out
Who know what Love is all about
By:J.N.R Dutton
A young man sitting on a sidewalk bench,
talking to an old man who was drinking White Port wine,
The wino’s speech was kind of slurring, and it looked like he’d been crying,
He said:
“I wasn’t always like this, kid,
there were some years I really shined,
I’d give anything, if I could go back in time”
The young man took the bottle from him, took him by the hand
saying: “you can overcome this, you can be free again,
and if you’re willing to help yourself, I’ll help you any way I can”
By:J.N.R Dutton
Huddled around a trash can fire fighting to keep warm
with growling empty bellies, clothes tattered,torn
Many people pass them by & look at them with scorn
but they are someone’s sons & daughters
Their lives matter too, so help them out
& think about that they could be me or you
By:J.N.R Dutton
Life’s not always easy
Sometimes it whips us black & blue
but it’s good to know others have our back
& know what we’re going through
Sometimes when you’re at your lowest
You need good friends to carry you
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 