That Extra Mile
When you are living on the street
depressed, lonely, hungry, and beat,
begging coins for something to eat;
you need more than a smile.
People scoff and offer small-change
labeling you as weird or strange,
treating you like you had the mange;
each day is a trial.
You pray someone will help you out;
a kind soul that won't mess about,
but wipe your tears and calm your doubt;
and go that extra mile.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2023
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