Poetry: I’ll Help You

By Monica C. Voskamp

“Will you help me?”

Asked the old lady

On the corner street

Her voice eager with hope.

Her clothes were faded.

Her teeth were stained.

Her hair was unbrushed.

Her body was shivering.

“Will you help me?” asked the old lady

To the young man passing her by.

“I’m poor. I’m old. I’m tired,

And I need a place to sleep.”

The passerby paused as he

Glanced her over from head to toe.

He raised his eyes in judgement

And scoffed out loud in disgust,

“You are poor and old.

And sheesh, you smell bad.

Lady, you should have done

Much better for yourself.”

The old woman’s face

Crinkled into a sad smile

As she watched him disappear.

At least he had stopped to talk.

She shuffled down the road

And warm tears began to fall

She knew just what she needed

To give her only friend a call.

“Dear God, you know

I’m cold and aching.

And all these folk…

They just keep on walking.”

“I’m not saying I’m giving up,

But it sure would be nice

If someone would just stop

And help this struggling human out.”

The woman heard a sad sound

And turned to see a lost puppy.

She smiled and snuggled him close,

“Don’t you worry, I’ll help you. ”

And right then the old lady knew

The little puppy was heaven sent

She echoed again, once more for herself,

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you.”

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

*Photo Credit: Photo by Cristian Newman on Unsplash

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