L Milton Hankins Poet Dizain

An Early Morning Visitor

A stranger came knocking at my front door
Early in the morning, quarter to five,
Asked if I believed in helping the poor
Told him at five I was barely alive,
But if he was needing help to survive
I could offer him tasty toast and jam,
Perhaps, I might even fry up some ham.
To my chagrin, he said he needed cash
I said, "At five out of hard cash I am,"
Then, he turned and hurried off in a dash.

written June 27, 2021
[based on a true incident a number
of years ago while living in a parsonage.]

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Caren Krutsinger June 30, 2021 at 11:26 PM At a quarter to five in the MORNING! What? Good grief! What? L Milton Hankins July 1, 2021 at 7:31 AM Oh yeah, it was nothing unusual. Some of the worst were on the streets very eary.

Michelle Faulkner June 28, 2021 at 1:36 PM Yes I try to give food or clothing, wouldn't want my cash going for the wrong thing~ L Milton Hankins June 28, 2021 at 2:24 PM Thanks, Michelle. One has to be careful in doling out charity.