Mate
When you feel your pockets empty
and your stomach treats you cruel,
someone will read beyond your eyes
and see the proudest fool.
I met him somewhere in the past,
when he was passing through,
I can’t forget the act of faith,
and what someone chose to do.
Maybe someday the wheel will turn,
he'll be where I now be.
I'll be picking out a proud man’s face,
who once was fair to me.
Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2021
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