You were alone
Outside in the chill.
You had such a
Mournfully sad
Look in your eyes.
I,
Like many others,
Couldn't stand to
See your sadness.
But I,
Like many others,
Turned away,
Leaving you to
Hurt as you were.
Then he stepped out,
With little more than
An old faded sweater
To protect him
From the chill,
And he sat with you.
In the light that
Slipped through the clouds
I could see his
Silver hair light up
Like a divine halo.
I,
Like many others,
Had never seen this
Silver-haired angel before.
Nor had I,
Like many others,
Seen such compassion
For a stranger
Sitting outside in the chill.
I couldn't help but
Watch the exchange
With an almost painful
Sense of loneliness.
I saw your eyes,
Once so lost,
Flash with surprise,
And then delight
At the old man's gesture.
What a sight
To see that was...
It was then
That I knew,
Even as I watched
You bid him goodbye
And his returning
Well-wishing wave,
That I would
Remember this moment,
This angel's lesson,
For the rest
Of my life.
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Mind's Tales
PoetryIf you're one of those folks that think that all poems need to rhyme, I'm sorry. In any case, this is a simple collection of poems. A few of them rhyme. But most of them don't.
