ALONE
He sat alone on the cold gray stoop,
Scooping meat spread from a can.
His weathered fingers made the spoons,
And he ate out of his hand.
You know he wasn't always there,
Surely, he had a home.
Does he not have family?
Is that why he's all alone?
Or is he what some people say,
A lazy bum, a drunk?
A man who's lost his purpose,
A man who has no spunk?
But, I see things so differently,
I shed a tear for him.
My heart goes out to his loneliness,
No matter what his sin.
So I reach out to lend a hand,
I want my kids to see.
That it isn't wrong to help him out,
It's how things ought to be.
A simple thing I offer him,
It's not enough I know.
But surely for a moment,
A kindness he will know.
My hand upon his shoulder,
Warm food to eat and drink.
And hopefully for a moment,
It will make others think.
And sure enough it happens!
Someone else sees him there,
They offer him a bag of food,
And let him know they care.
And as I drive back to my home,
A warmth grows deep inside.
He threw a kiss, "God Bless." he said,
And than he waved goodbye.
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