This is a true story. I was and am a very lucky man...
A kindly man named Meyer* On poor folks would take a flyer He took me in one wintry midnight Knowing naught but my sorry plight I couldn't yet pay him; I'd just started to work He told me, "Don't worry. Your money's a perk. I can tell that you're honest and straight, and that soon you'll pay me back first-rate." "What's more,' he said. "There'll come a day When you'll do the same for another who can't pay." I'd swear he was a prophet, for his words came true A mere four years later, Thanksgiving time, 1992 This kindly man named Meyer Who on poor folks took a flyer Rescued me one night from a snowy grave And taught me forever how angels behave ___________________________________________ *Note: The name 'Meyer' rhymes with 'higher.' December 19, 2020 Clerihew Poetry Contest Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
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