Stormy Eyes
There she sat with a sign and a cup.
Sometimes a mere smile is not enough.
It may have been easier to look the other way.
I was compelled to look at her.
Sometimes a mere smile is not enough!
Who was this young girl who looked so sad?
I was compelled to look at her.
Her eyes had the quality of a storm.
Who was this young girl who looked so sad?
I would never know, if I walked away.
Her eyes had the quality of a storm.
With an open heart, I sat down next to her.
I would never know, if I walked away.
A story so sad, it caused me to pray.
With an open heart I sat next to her!
As she poured out her angst, those eyes softened.
A story so sad it caused me to pray.
It may have been easier to look the other way.
As she poured out her angst, those eyes softened.
There she sat with a sign and a cup!
For Debbie Guzzi's Random acts of kindness contest.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014
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