A Special Gift
I knew him as a search light
His attraction to the needy was magical
The slow and mentally challenged and disabled
The down trodden and introverted alike
He was not a physician
Nor was he trained in the field of mental health
He had no degree to hang on the wall or show
To sweep mop and dust was his daily position
He was a lifeboat adrift
In a sea of despair loneliness and distress
About his chores he went smiling and nodding all
Towards him a wave troubled hands would often lift
His last class of school grade ten
No education training could teach what he knew
There were patients who ignored and never spoke a word
But his smile and nod alone would bring out hi Jim
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