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Tell Me Why
by louis gander The lady... she was weeping. It saddened me to see - that she was drawn within herself and just as sad as me. I asked if she was hungry. I asked if she was late. I asked her if she had a home. I asked her if she ate. She shook her head at each of these short questions that I asked. I knew I had to help her though. I knew this was my task. I also knew I had no cash - and all this made me sad. For I was just as homeless too. I lost the job I had. To find a place for her to live and put food on her shelf - how could I do just one small thing - when I can't help myself? All I could do was wish her well. I had no more to say. My stomach soured as I wept as I had walked away. Some children laughed and giggled with mother from a store. Ignored, the old and lonely ones that my heart bleeds out for. And then I prayed. Oh, how I prayed - that time would hasten by. It hurts the most at Christmas time. Please, someone, tell me why. Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |