Just a poem.
Everything he owned was in a sack,
I took him out to mickey-dees,
I asked him why he had keys,
He told me about a place he broke in,
Then he said I know its bad and its a sin,
I felt so bad for the old poor homeless man,
I couldn't picture sitting on the curb with a can,
But this was something that he did every day,
He has no money at all but he has bills to pay,
So I gave him a 50 dollar bill,
His face looked set to kill,
He said sir I cannot talk this as a gift,
But I'll tell you what I could use a lift,
I said sure just hope in the car,
He said thanks its not all that far,
I drove him for an hour or so,
And then my gas was getting low,
But then he said here we finally are,
I said "god bless" as he got out of the car.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2006-03-31 at 05:43
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Homeless
Well I saw this man a while back,Everything he owned was in a sack,
I took him out to mickey-dees,
I asked him why he had keys,
He told me about a place he broke in,
Then he said I know its bad and its a sin,
I felt so bad for the old poor homeless man,
I couldn't picture sitting on the curb with a can,
But this was something that he did every day,
He has no money at all but he has bills to pay,
So I gave him a 50 dollar bill,
His face looked set to kill,
He said sir I cannot talk this as a gift,
But I'll tell you what I could use a lift,
I said sure just hope in the car,
He said thanks its not all that far,
I drove him for an hour or so,
And then my gas was getting low,
But then he said here we finally are,
I said "god bless" as he got out of the car.
Poetry by Justin
Read 570 times
Written on 2006-03-31 at 05:43
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