by glenway

Created on: January 22, 2009

Befriending the Homeless

My heart feels rested again,
After so much turmoil.
My feet are planted again,
On United States soil.

I tried to enter a country,
But they did not want me,
So I have returned home, now,
To "The Land of the Free."

I will wait for an answer
For the next step to take.
I have sent off a letter
My whole future's at stake.

I'm in love with a man
Who resides in UK.

My heart's there with him
Not here, in U.S.A.

I have to set up a home
For a temporary stay.
If I want to go back there,
I need an address, they say.

So, I'll follow their rules,
And do whatever it takes.
I won't give up on love,
No matter the stakes.

My return trip from England,
It was not much fun.
I was lucky to have a friend,
To whom I could run.

She opened her doors
And she welcomed me in.
It's not every day,
You find that kind of friend.

Her philosophy's one
Of the most giving kind.
When I tried to thank her, she said,
"What would I have done, in a bind?"

She never makes me feel guilty
Of invading her space.
She's a great tribute to
The whole human race.

I know I'll ne'er forget
How she extended her hand.
She gave me a safe place,
In which I could land.

Her son's, also, special;
She's raised him quite well.
I've invaded his space, too,
In the place he does dwell.

He's, also, a kind person,
Who helps others in need.
A fine example to others;
With directions, he'll lead.

It's no fun being homeless;
If not for her, I would've been.
I'm not sure how to repay
That kind of a friend.

If I can do her a favour,
I hope she'll call on me.
If she hadn't been there,
I'm not sure where I would be.

I hope others follow her example
In sharing their home and their heart,
To one in a strange city,
Not knowing where to start.

Maybe I can repay her
By living the way that she lives.
I'll do my best in the future,
To be the next one who gives.

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