The Vagabond
At a storefront in a tourist town
He sat there all alone
Baggy and dirty clothes was his attire
And hair that was overgrown
Two shopping bags he possessed
He seemed oblivious to all around
A blank stare into space
As if to nowhere, he was bound
When winter unleashes it's icy fury
He seeks refuge in a public place
Some passerby's give him a bill
Others detour and give him space
The story goes, when a patron fell
Many affluent passed her by
But when he observed her dilemma
Attention he gave to her mournful cry
We may speculate about his plight
Your guess, - as good as mine
Was it because of his poor choices
Or has society just been unkind
Jesus said "the poor ye always have
Don't fail to do them good
As you do to them, do you also to Me"
His advice should be understood
Often life's greatest lessons
Are not found at the university
But in simple things we encounter
Those that present diversity
Colan L Hiatt = 07-03-15
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