"Is there a God?", I questioned the sky.
I watched that man crippled and gray.
I couldn't help but stare, I couldn't turn away.
The laughing children mimicked him,
for he was missing a lower limb.
The adults they scowled, for they couldn't see -
that this poor man, could be you or me.
His clothing was soiled, ripped and torn.
He was looked upon with contempt, and scorn.
He sat in his wheelchair, tattered hat on his head.
A sign was in front of him, and this is what it said.
" Pencils - one for a nickel, three for a dime."
Everyone walked past him, no one had the time.
I walked over to the man, and handed him a bill.
He counted out the pencils with precision and skill.
"Keep your pencils, tomorrows another day."
He smiled at me , I turned and walked away.
copyright Tracey Irving
About the Authour
Katie
Don't Follow the crowd
I"m Growing
Innocence
