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Array ( [sid] => 57148 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Fifty Seven Cents [time] => 2004-07-22 09:06:10 [hometext] => My Friend [bodytext] => My friend had an appointment with a cancer doctor and this is true and actually happened and when he told me the story i wrote my thoughts on it. This same friend is now in ICU and will not live much longer, looking at this poem now I decided to post it. God Bless

Fifty-Seven Cents

Lost in the city, an appointment to make,
No idea which road to take.
I noticed a homeless man on the street,
And walked up to him and started to speak.

I asked for directions, as he looked my way
And I’ll never forget what he had to say.
He would point and say to turn left up there
Follow that road and you’ll soon be there.

He went on to describe the pain on the streets
The sin and corruption we daily meet.
How so many have chosen to walk without God
The despair they feel as through life they trod.

As he spoke I noticed a gleam in his eye
And now thinking back I believe I know why.
He chose to be homeless, to avoid the stress,
His way of surviving, passing God’s test.

In his world no crime, no hatred or pain,
Not much to lose and so much to gain.
With all this said and a smile exchanged
He asked me then if I could spare some change.

I dug in my pocket; he then thanked me as I
Drove away looking back and waving goodbye.
Shortly I knew his directions were fine,
Thanks to him I had made it on time.

The forks in life’s road that we all must choose,
And the paths that we take we will win or lose.
Now I can say it was money well spent,
That lesson in life, cost “fifty seven cents.”

Woody McDaniel
November 23, 2003
Copyright
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Fifty Seven Cents

Contributed by WoodyMc44 on Thursday, 22nd July 2004 @ 09:06:10 AM in AEST
Topic: FriendshipPoetry



My friend had an appointment with a cancer doctor and this is true and actually happened and when he told me the story i wrote my thoughts on it. This same friend is now in ICU and will not live much longer, looking at this poem now I decided to post it. God Bless

Fifty-Seven Cents

Lost in the city, an appointment to make,
No idea which road to take.
I noticed a homeless man on the street,
And walked up to him and started to speak.

I asked for directions, as he looked my way
And I’ll never forget what he had to say.
He would point and say to turn left up there
Follow that road and you’ll soon be there.

He went on to describe the pain on the streets
The sin and corruption we daily meet.
How so many have chosen to walk without God
The despair they feel as through life they trod.

As he spoke I noticed a gleam in his eye
And now thinking back I believe I know why.
He chose to be homeless, to avoid the stress,
His way of surviving, passing God’s test.

In his world no crime, no hatred or pain,
Not much to lose and so much to gain.
With all this said and a smile exchanged
He asked me then if I could spare some change.

I dug in my pocket; he then thanked me as I
Drove away looking back and waving goodbye.
Shortly I knew his directions were fine,
Thanks to him I had made it on time.

The forks in life’s road that we all must choose,
And the paths that we take we will win or lose.
Now I can say it was money well spent,
That lesson in life, cost “fifty seven cents.”

Woody McDaniel
November 23, 2003
Copyright




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Re: Fifty Seven Cents (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Thursday, 22nd July 2004 @ 07:42:36 PM AEST
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Welcome to YPDC, Woody.... This is a very good poem...loved the concept behind it....
Jenni


Re: Fifty Seven Cents (User Rating: 1 )
by Silent-No-More on Friday, 23rd July 2004 @ 01:26:21 PM AEST
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You drew me in with the title, Woody - and blew me away when you repeated it at the end. This is such a poignant piece. Thanks so much for sharing it - I know it was probably a difficult decision to do so.

I'm terribly sorry to hear of your friend's illness. I am honored to be able to read of the wisdom that he collected that day. He certainly sounds like a wise and caring man... many, sadly, would not have taken the time to listen and would have missed the point. Obviously, he did not.

Again - thanks for sharing this -
SNM




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