The yards were covered with dead leaves from the bushes and the trees,
Further beyond in a back yard were homes full of honey from the bees.
Times were changing the season as the hungry homeless man walked by,
To him the only thing that mattered was his reason to continue to cry.
He screamed into closed doors that he was looking for some work,
Inside the homes they ignored his plea at the poop of a bottle’s cork.
It was soon the call of cold days and nights for someone out of luck,
The world’s economy had placed many people on the streets as it struck.
Down the street a voice called out to him to walk on over a half block,
A sweet voice welcomed him to enter through the door that was unlock.
An old lady on a wheelchair waved to him to continue on to the other room,
She told him a meal would be waiting after he swept the porch with her broom.
When he was done the food filled up his stomach and he was very content,
There was more work to be done as she arranged for him to sleep in a tent.
In her backyard he camped until all that was needed of him he did it so well,
She paid him with kindness as the neighbors told him to continue on to hell.
Soon he was back on the streets as the wind blew a copy of a newspaper his way,
There was a story about an old woman that had met a man she wanted to stay.
His name was in print as he hurried off to visit her in an elderly boarding house,
She was so happy to see him as her heart was emotional and very aroused.
The neighbors had sent her to live there by force as he read all of her letter,
She was surprised that he had a law degree as he said he would make it better.
Once he had a loving family that died in a wreck and his mind had gone crazy,
But her heart of gold had made his sound spirit come to life and not of being lazy
When a person reaches out a hand to help someone with no strings attach, it can come back two fold to aid a person in need.