The Good Samaritan
Each afternoon, around wintertime
sat a sickly old man, with a very bad spine
Poor and withered, without any money
none of his days were ever sunny
He fought in two wars and lost his leg
now he's alone and has to beg
Living each day was a struggle to beat
being alive was considered a feat
Nobody stopped to donate or talk
but then again, he was unable to walk
But this changed on one special day
during spring on the 3rd, of a unique May
A little boy, no more than ten
came down the street chasing a hen
He saw the man and sat down with him
for once in his life someone would listen
They talked and talked about many things
in a fantasy world, where they were the kings
After a while they bid farewell
back to the world that seemed like Hell
However, this little boy was amazing
truly worth, limitless praising
He came back, day after day
hours and hours is what he would stay
This brought the man nearly to tears;
being alone for all those years
He didn't need cash, shelter, or food
just someone to lighten his mood
And this little boy was his answer
but then the man developed lung cancer
Death was near, to come and to reap
to bring the man down into the deep
But he no longer had any stress
embracing it fully, he would egress
One final meeting before he would pass
the breeze blew and it shook the grass
"Thank you" were his final words
and then he was gone, up with the birds.
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