Last Reflections

The sun it sat high and so sparkling bright. The birds were a chorus, an eddy of flight. I met an old man with a very old coat And a much older scarf tied real tight at his throat. He said "My dear friend you can see I am poor. I once had a wife and a dog and a store, But all of these things are just memories now." His voice died away and he gave me a bow. I said to the man "You have nothing to fear. For I follow Christ and his meaning is clear. Lift yourself up by the straps if need be And all of Gods fruits in the morning you'll see." The old man just grinned, his yellow teeth sickly. He said "Well young man let us settle this quickly." The last thing I thought before death had his way "To hell with the person who taught me me to pray."