Good Samaritan
Good Samaritan
There once was time
Visitors would stream,
When a person’s health
Was like milk with cream.
Now, that milk is soured cream
No knock-on door no visitors stream.
There were many to wine and dine
Any place at any time,
Now, they’ve vanished into thin air
Only calls to say they are there.
Sometimes a good Samaritan
Will come by with true concern,
With a prayer he’d join the infirm
Leaving, but I’m not now alone.
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