A good deed
On nearby street, while on a stroll,I saw a sight to touch the soul:A man of eighty years or moreWho’s raking (ah, that autumn chore);With weary bones he slowly stoopedAnd even slower now he scoopedThe leaves — a task that seems forlornBut of it now, idea is born:A gesture of a kindly wayFrom neighbor to another, say;A simple act, a thoughtful deed,To ease another’s toil and need.And so I asked in wording fine:“When you’re done here, will you rake mine?”Read more Munday Verse
Posted on Sun, Oct. 23, 2011 10:15 PM
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