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.