Sam Kauffman Poet Rhyme

The Trio

The Trio

Sitting in your wheel chair – no one caught your eye;
Your posture saying – so alone - leave me here to die;
Meeting the pain, the loneliness, living in your face –
Cold despair gripping your soul – no one could erase.

Wandering on the city streets – calling sidewalks your home;
A heavy pack upon your back – everything you owned;
But at the end of a ragged rope lease, a puppy that you found -
Two abandoned wanderers resting on the ground.

Begging on the city streets – hunger in your hands; 
The doorways, your cradle – you could hardly stand;
Finding you a shelter – maybe money for a meal –
A smile, a word, reaching out - shattering this daily ordeal.

Knowing in this world many people face each day alone;
Living in shacks, in shelters – living in senior homes;
Just too many folks for these two hands to reach
But touching each and every one - remembering them in prayer.

Always remembering to pray for you – Lord, don’t let me forget –
Haunted souls touching my heart – pain that I have met;
Always remembering to pray for you – the ones with nobody else;
I can’t change the road you walk, but I’ll remember you in my prayer.

I can’t change the road you walk, but, I’ll remember you in my prayer.
    
Dedicated to the three people who changed my prayer life.

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Sam Kauffman February 17, 2020 at 10:54 PM We are truly blessed, as you say, to have food on the table and a roof over our heads. I think of these people often. Thank you for your message. Blessings to you my friend.

Tom Cunningham February 17, 2020 at 5:57 PM A lovely dedication Sam, having a roof over our heads and food on the table, we should be really grateful for what we have, for there are many worse off than yourself. Tom