Who might you Meet? - a poem
I came upon a vagabond
Just looking at the wall.
He had his sign, but no design,
To beg from me at all.
I called to him and offered then
A token for his time.
He thanked me, while my feelings
Were unable to define.
FOR at that moment was a man
Whose life I did not know.
Yet in his face, his years of past
Were all there to be shown.
AND yet he smiled with gratefulness,
For recognition still.
Then carried on about his way,
On further up the hill.
Retm