Wednesday, March 14, 2018


An old man lay waiting 
For the bus to arrive
Nary a soul lingered
Nor stood by his side

A small little coffin
Quite plain and unadorned
Pillow of white satin
Rest his weathered soul

The quiet din echoed
No voices to remark
Alone this man passes
Regrets do send him home

Pity a man wrested
This life with no embrace
Or blessings of laughter
To fill his final days

Who weeps for our broken
Remembers or adores
Honors their gifts given
Heed his knock upon our door

I once walked in his shoes
Lonely and feeling small
Faith persevered, knowing
the greatest love of all


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