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 © All Rights Reserved