Angels walk aside of Us- a poem

IT seemed sad days, my path would cross

A single homeless man.

And though he didn’t have a lot,

His manners were quite grand.

AND as our eyes would meet, we’d smile

And make a nod or two.

In time, we came to say to each,

“I’m good. And how about you?”

WE never shared each other‘s names.

We never needed to.

Yet, every word that he would speak

Seemed genuine and true.

THEN winter came, and he was gone.

No longer there to see.

But memories of this grand man,

Still linger on with me.

I often wonder who he was,

And where he might be now.

For angels walk aside of us

If we will just allow.

Retm