The Old Man

I answered the door with a frown on my face, I couldn't be bothered,too busy in the rat race. But answer it I did, and what did I find, But a filthy old man, hands dirty, holding a sign. "Can I do some work for you," he asked politely. I don't need much, I only ask that you feed me. I almost shut the door, going to brush him aside, But I stopped; it was the sadness deep in his eyes. I glimpsed his dog tags from a war way before my time, A veteran, out on the streets, this was a crime. Right then and there I had a change of heart. This old man needed help, and this would be a start. I welcomed him in, sat down and took off my tie, Poured us both a cup of coffee, not really knowing why. The rat race would have to finish without me this day. I had a more important job, helping an old man find his way. "Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares." Hebrews 13:2