He lies on the street
Where he sleep all week
I know not his name
For he does not speak
I greet him everyday on my way to pray
He smiles and wave
As he lies on the pave
One day I sat and talk to him all day
As he showed his gratitude in a meaningful way
I received his foil hat in which he made from scrap
But to me it meant a lot
Coming from a stranger in which I knew not
For he did not have a lot
By H.D.J
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Poems From The Unknown
PoetryPoems were written by my husband a few years ago I recently found them and I wanted to share them with you guys. NB: All images used are not mine they were pulled off the web. Thanks for taking the time to read the poems. :)
