No More SorrowA Poem by Cole SpireNo More Sorrow
By Matthew S. Van Hove
"No good deed goes unpunnished" Isn't that what they all say? How can this all be true? How can we live in a world where everything is all about the "Me" and not the "We"?
I met a man the other day, One down on his luck. A souless nobody that everyone passes by. Some one that no job would look twice at. Some one that I used to be.
I stopped and talked with him, I gave him some money. I told him to come by and I would buy him a meal. I saw the gratatude in his eyes and felt warmth within.
Who are we to pass this man buy? He is one of us, a human being. It wasn't pitty that made me do it, I didn't pitty him and i didn't expect anything in return.
Going beyond a meal I talked to my own boss. I looked among our positions and asked about a job. Warned them about his condition and his appearance. Then spoke to him again once he came to eat.
He seemed to sparkle and be more than thankful. Sometimes that is all it takes. © 2008 Cole SpireAuthor's Note
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13 Reviews Added on November 6, 2008 AuthorCole SpireHolloween Town, NVAbout"Being a writer is like having homework for the rest of your life." -Hank Moody Those are words so true that it is scarey! Aloha! My name is Cole Spire. Colstainous Spirion to be exact but mos.. more..Writing
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