I Saw a Man With Dirt on His Face.
I saw a man with dirt on his face.
He dwelled on the street, didn't have his own place.
He sat on the corner with his ragged hat turned up and a harmonica in his mouth.
Many feet passed his hat, some heading North, some heading South.
A fine dressed man walked by in an expensive suite.
"Kind sir, I am so cold. Could you help me by a soup?"
The man turned his face away but not before an unpleasant remark.
"Go find a job your worthless twat."
The old man was humiliated and sank back in his little corner.
Without food, shelter and warmth, in the cold, he was sure to be a gonner.
Then a nice looking young lady came by as he started a sad song on his Harmonica.
She stood there, looking, listening at his musical cries for America.
Tears ran from her eyes as the old man brought back memories for her father.
He was diagnosed with Alzheimer, wondered off and died out yonder.
Her heart was broken, she cried, she pondered.
She walked across the street and later came back with an hot meal for the old man.
He jumped up with joy and stretch out is wrinkled hands.
"Oh my, thank you, thank you so much."
I don't know what I would have done because my hat had in nothing much."
I was not always living on the streets you know.
I had a job, a wife and family but society let me go.
They took my home and I lost my job.
Then my wife left me and took away my kids and remarry my best friend Bob.
I was devastated, my mind was broken.
Now here I am on the streets, homeless and begging for a token.
The young lady held out her hand and said, "Come with me."
The old man cried and hugged her in disbelief.
"I lost my dad a few years back and you so much remind me of him."
"I will give you a roof over your head, my friendship, as long as that harmonica sings."
That day, the homeless old man became homeless no more,
An angel had come to his rescue for sure.
Thought for Today.
We may not be able to be angels as this beautiful young lady.
But if you can't be an Angel, just be kind.
© 2018 Clive Williams