They Ring My Bell
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In my neighborhood in Chicago, holy men, beggars from New York and from Jerusalem, come to our doors for money on a daily basis throughout the year, rain or shine...
They ring my bell
Three, four times every day
They really don't look well
And I sure want to say
"Go away, you poor souls
And don't you blame me!
You're not blind. Can't you see
That I live modestly!"
But I reach in my pocket
Pull out a dollar or so
And beg them do a mitzvah Here, 'mitzvah' means a kindness, a good deed
Because I know ...
That the Torah is Light The 'Torah' connotes all Jewish Holy Writings
And a Mitzvah's a Candle
Then I break down and cry
As I truly can't handle
The quiet voice that
Whispers to me now and again:
"They could have done much more good
Had you given each of them a ten..."
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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