Follow Your Heart
He poured his heart into his work, just his way to ease the pain,
Diagnosed and with a death sentence he decided he didn’t want his last days to be in vain.
He wasn’t the type to just lay down and quit,
And he said this ain’t what I want but it won’t do no good to pitch a fit.
He’d get in his old truck around daylight and return home way after dark,
He’d say I’ll get my rest soon enough so this new calling I must embark.
He had started a mission for the homeless and poor,
He’d bought a whole block of old buildings and was in search for a few more.
This was his hand he extended to many that hard times had so ungraciously picked,
Those whom had fallen from grace and humanity delightfully kicked.
He was trying to make a difference if only for a few,
Some just needed a hand and someone to tell them what they needed to do.
That was his goal to help those that just needed that little start,
He wasn’t trying to look big this was just something he had in his heart.
You’d be surprised at what a hot bath and a new set of clothes would do for ones morale,
He employed only the homeless to renovate the old buildings known only as PAL.
He had bought ten acres right next to the buildings, which he would turn into a farm,
He sat up a night school to help those who were in need, figuring it couldn’t do any harm.
He had been so busy, why he’d missed his last few medical treatments and knew that wasn’t
good.
But to him this was urgent and he’d get by as best he could.
He finally got a break and decided he’d best go get things checked,
And when they were through with the tests the doctors were all perplexed.
They said they were going to send him over to county for their machines all were on the blink,
So to county he went and the results were the same and the doctors didn’t know what to think.
The CANCER is gone it just disappeared not a trace could be found,
The doctors were all baffled but he just smiled and didn’t make a sound.
He had been returning lives to those that had fallen, those who were in dire need,
And apparently someone was watching him and returned the favor for his just and unselfish
deed.
Copyright © Ronald Bingham | Year Posted 2008
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