The Throw A Way's

An old man standing by the side of the road
two battered suitcases was his only gold.
Two shirts that didn't button over his belly
unshaven and uncleaned his body swelling.
Still I felt pity for this poor broken man
was there anyone who would not lend him a hand?
Did he have a place to go and to call home
or was he on the streets lonely and alone?
I worry so much about tattered souls
no matter where they have been or where they will go.
Throw away people whom no one loves
they are the one whose pushed and shoved.
But they are loved by the Good Lord above.
No matter mistakes that were made.
With their maker it's okay
still my spirit cries as I see.
Throw away people standing near me
for I have no power or money to help these souls.
I can only kneel and pray that they find a home.
My prayers are all I have to share.
I hope somehow they know I care.

Debbie wagoner /mysticangel

Last edited by mysticangel 02-03-2010 at 04:58:34 AM