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Smiles in Grimace (My first sonnet)
I walk along, with my case of wealth
As I discern a man
With body and mind lacking health
His only home visible of an abandoned van.
He fell asleep flaunting a cardboard sign
"Need Money. Please Help" it said
Reading the sign, I realized his benign
Self that couldn't be dead.
I pull out my pocket simple dollars of two
But in his mind, it was worth all of all
To this day of that action I do not rue
For his kindness and hope was not, nor will ever be, enthralled.
He cried for the gift, and I cried with him
But I was happy, for he was no longer grim.
(What do you think?)
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Permalink Reply by J. Helen Elza on
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Jezreel,
I believe that random acts of kindness are the trademark of humans who live as our Creator intended for us to live. Thank you for sharing your poem.
I think you have inspired me to perhaps share a poem.
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Permalink Reply by Birgitta Abimbola Heikka on
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Simple and nice. To the point.
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