An Early Morning Visitor
A stranger came knocking at my front door
Early in the morning, quarter to five,
Asked if I believed in helping the poor
Told him at five I was barely alive,
But if he was needing help to survive
I could offer him tasty toast and jam,
Perhaps, I might even fry up some ham.
To my chagrin, he said he needed cash
I said, "At five out of hard cash I am,"
Then, he turned and hurried off in a dash.
written June 27, 2021
[based on a true incident a number
of years ago while living in a parsonage.]
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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