Heart of Gold
Poet: Ken Jordan
Story: Heart Of Gold
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: February/2015
There is a little boy, maybe
eight years old, in Freeport, in the
Bahamas, that doesn't know he's poor,
and hustling to survive.
His gracious soul left me with
a humble heart, and the image of him,
will always be itched in my mind.
He was polite with a smile
that lit-up the harbor, as he sold his
mother's tea cakes from a cardboard box
for a dollar.
His unselfish spirit, and
Yet, sad eyes, greeted me,
long before he said a word.
He was setting on a concrete slab
near the waterfront, behind a dilapidated
wall of ruins, to shield himself from
the (unusually) cold February Island winds.
His clothes were torn, tattered;
he had no coat, and he wore no shoes,
and his eyes defined the meaning of,
"below the poverty line."
Yet, he was a kind little boy,
and through life's short coming's,
he remained grateful, humble, and
still managed to smile.
The thought of being poor
never crossed his mind, he did what
his mother ask him to do, just sale
tea cakes, that she made for a dollar.
The image of this precious
little boy, from Freeport, will
forever be captured in my mind,
and in my heart -
So when you go to Freeport,
in the Bahamas, I hope you're blessed
to meet the little boy with the great
big smile, and a cardboard box,
selling tea cakes near the waterfront.
Copyright © Ken Jordan | Year Posted 2015
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