His Smile
He sits there in a crumpled heap
with head hung low, his scars so deep
A vet who once stood tall and proud
his honor gone, a cruel defeat
sore crippled joints from cold concrete
I slow my pace and want to speak
What can I say? I feel so meek
I crouch down low to meet his gaze
Perhaps a friendly, kind hello
this sad old vet is not my foe.
Please Help.. scrawled on his cardboard sign
I wept when his old eyes met mine
But he just smiled into my tears
and grasped my hand with crippled claw
my heart was filled with joy and awe
He touched my soul, down on our knees
The sweetest gift he gave to me
A smile was all that he could give
My heart felt love for his old soul
and all I did was say hello.
Copyright © Kim Shaw | Year Posted 2015
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