When Only Cash Would Do
When Only Cash Would Do
Written: by Tom Wright
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He decried to me, I'm hungry,
and have no funds for bread nor meat.
The fuel tank in my shack called home
has no propane to give it heat.
Again, he said I'm ailing,
with no one to pay me heed.
I know you have my needed cash,
will you do me just this one deed?
I thought a box of canned supplies,
and fuel tank filled would fit the bill.
At day I'd call the local druggist,
with instructions for his needs to fill.
But from his heart his anger shown,
though I thought my gesture was fine.
He then confessed that his need was cash,
for cigarettes and wine.
I said, such as I have I'll gladly give,
but cannot subsidize your needs of sin.
He failed to comprehend my reason,
when told that I'd been born again.
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Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2015
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