The Least Of These
Written by Semper Fi Reborn
His cardboard home,
Though not a Heavenly Dwelling,
Was priceless to his heart,
There'd be no discussion of selling.
The issues he faced,
He never thought of telling.
How daily he roamed,
Collected used cans.
He made pocket change,
From things no longer wanted,
By man.
Things that all women,
Turned noses up at.
Old things.
Like his dirty old hat.
Or his dirty suit,
And his dirty tie.
Below a dirty face,
With hope in each eye.
That somone would say,
As they passed by,
They were concerned.
And though he yearned,
He learned pleasantries much have a cost.
For no one says hello to the lost.
Yet he never let his pains,
Make him grieve.
For he knew God loves,
Even the least of these.
2007-12-29
12:02:44
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