THE ACORN TREE

L.A.D.S. copyright(c)2001
 










 
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.
L.A.D.S. copyright (c) 20001
 
























 
THE COUPLE
The couple sit together,
Their love is well defined.
Intermingled through the years,
Their hearts and hands entwined.
A glance at them together,
It seems their love is new.
Yet many years have passed now,
Since whispering , "I do."
A twinkle in her dark eyes,
A spark of fire in his.
Emotion building passion,
Still lingers when they kiss.
They took a vow to cherish,
Each other through their life.
She was his lovely maiden,
He was her gallant knight.
The couple sit together,
And ponder days well past.
This love they've shared together.
Is a love that's sure to last.
L.A.D.S. copyright (c) 2001