The Lie I Told
I was walking toward a local shop,
when I felt a tug on my sleeve
What I saw made me stop
I knew I wouldn't get to leave.
A little girl, in tears stood there,
she didn't look to be very old.
I noticed that her feet were bare,
the ground beneath her feet was cold.
In her hand she held a dime,
and asked me how much it would buy.
Even though I didn't have time,
I could not let her continue to cry.
I asked her what she was looking for?
Did she have something in mind?
She said that her family was poor.
And all she had was this dime.
She had sold her shoes earlier.
to buy her little sister a sweater.
This dime was all they gave to her.
To buy a sweater for cold weather.
I looked into her big wistful eyes.
Trying to decide what to do.
I know it is not right to tell lies.
What I would tell her, just a bit untrue.
I said her dime was enough to buy,
A sweater and a pair of new shoes.
Anything to help her, I would try.
Her job was to look and choose.
The smile she gave radiated the sun.
And warmed my heart that had grown cold.
The "dime" paid for it all, her job was done.
In new shoes she skipped away, unaware of the lie I told.
Copyright © Sandra Weiss | Year Posted 2020
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