 | I went this morning to go to the store,
There sat a man on the corner of the street.
I looked at him and just could not ignore,
What might have been that knocked him off of his feet.As I sat at the red light I thought to myself,
“How could he have ended up in such despair?”
He had a few things in a cart
They meant something deep in his heart
To a stranger like me, his life’s so unfair.
He just sat in the dirt and never looked at me,
It was my hope to give him some money,
I watched him sit on the ground
Eating rotten melon he’d found
While folks pointed at him like it was funny.
Once, my Dad came home at night almost in tears,
All we could figure was that he’d been drinking,
But as he sat at the table
He cried because he was not able
To help the poor folks of whom he’d been thinking.
I won’t take unanswered prayers so wrong,
Because I remember that poor man on the street.
And each night when I go to bed
I remember just what Dad said
“Pray for those who don’t have enough to eat.”
July, 2006
Written by Mark Leyva
Submitted by Mark Leyva |  |
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