The Hobo by Mark Spencer

I met a lonely hobo,
Waiting to catch a train.
He looked at me and asked
If I could spare some change.

I gave Him my last dollar,
Wished I could give Him more.
That's when it occurred to me,
I'd seen His face before.

He thanked me for the money
And then I helped Him stand.
When, suddenly, I noticed
The scars on His feet and hands.

And as He touched my shoulder,
He took away my pain.
Then He smiled and waved goodbye,
And jumped aboard a train.

I was given a miracle,
I could not have hoped for more.
That was when I realized
Where I'd seen Him before.

He appears in different forms,
Yet His spirit is the same.
For me He was a hobo,
Waiting to catch a train.

Luc (67.36.186.96) -- Friday, January 17 2003, 01:36 pm

kinda got the impression that was jesus or something... god in other words.. whcih i think im right since that last line on what it said. plus the scars. oh well. love the poem good topic to. keep on writing.

Martin Vann (65.57.57.25) -- Friday, January 17 2003, 08:01 pm

We all know, who this bum was.....,IS!
We see him him on the streets, everyday reminding us, "but by the grace of God, there, go I."

Mark this is the second poem of yours that I have become a part of, you are very perceptive and know how to open a heart's iron door. I'll be honest, wish I could be as perceptive and as "effective" using feelings, turned into words, as you are.

You have given me in-sight about, how to write. I'm going to think of your words, the next time I write. You have brought a meaning I can feel in both of your poems I have read. The other of course, was Melody.

Mark, my opinion is that you have more than style, amigo, you have class!

Thanks again,

Martin

Mark Spencer (152.163.189.168) -- Monday, February 24 2003, 10:02 pm

Talk to strangers.
If you ever find yourself in the situation, where you can help someone, then do it. But be careful how you help. If you give a stranger money, don't give a lot. Just a dollar or two at the most would be best. The best way is to give them food. I like to purchase McDonalds gift certificates, which come in little five dollar booklets. It's a good feeling a person gets when he or she helps a person in need. Plus, as this poem points out, you never know who you're helping. Jesus said; "When you do this for the least of my brothers/sisters, you do it for me."

Mark

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