Adin
When I was just a young lad.
I recall going with my Dad,
To visit older folks in town;
Those who had no family around.
Adin was one we would stop in and see,
A lonely man, much older than either Dad or me.
His "house" was but a one room shack;
Indoor plumbing was one thing it did lack.
A bed, two chairs, and one small table;
As for cooking meals I don't recall if he was able.
He was tall, and gaunt, and very slim,
Yet somehow, I was never afraid of him.
How Dad first met him I do not know.
Had he been a relative, Dad would have told me so.
Don't know what Adin did when he was younger.
Probably some farming to avert hunger.
I don't think he had kids, or a wife,
But he had endured quite a life!
He died shortly after I left home,
To commence my life out on my own.
I came across his gravestone today,
And it gave me cause to stop and pray.
Was he a Christian? I haven't a clue!
I'm thankful we did what God enabled us to do.
When a man lives his life, and is nearing the end,
I think, at the least, he deserves a couple of friends!
Do you know someone who is alone?
Take time to visit, and let Christ's Love be shown.
I'm glad for the privilege of knowing this man,
And that,--even then-- I was useable in God's great plan!
Charlie Pelota HSLP September 12.2009
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