Stranger In a Port

Traveling for days, hours afar Over oceans, that dark and dreary day Lagged and weary alone Deep into the Americas, "what country" I could only say Luggage lugged without freedom of my hands Onto platform from off of steps Looking all around, from where I stand Then I spied a damsel in distress On a bench sitting, from afar Crying and sobbing buried face in her lap the unknown predicament tugged at a heart compelled I walked to her to investigate the happened mishap Nearing, I began to sit She stopping for a moment, raising her head A teardrop falling away to her wiping it Then and there I knew she needed a friend Blinking more than twice, signaling to me That now she noticed, my stares all too long Finally opening my mouth Asking “what is so wrong”? Her eyes again with tears did streak Her lips with a quiver Before she felt the urge to utter or to speak “I am at a loss to explain it” "It appears I have been robbed” Of all of my money and that of an only ticket Every bit of it gone, she continued to sob “What could do I” A nobody her to, a stranger at best A few measly dollars, my own ticket This is all that I have left But, with a surge to the heart and beliefs I could embrace Reaching into my overcoat pocket This I know, I would never hesitate And feeling of joy a small reward For there was a love there too Watching those eyes of hers growing wide When I offered my treasures And in her a sense of hope renewed