Joe that name sounded like a spell
that morning I felt like hell.
Without sleep the night before
then I could take no more.
Mugged on the way to a party
my demeanour was hearty.

Dragged into an alley then hit
waking I could not sit!
Afraid and shaking nobody about
all I could do was call out.
Then I heard a soft soothing sound
looking up glad to be found.

I gasped had an angel rescued me
this lady by me I could see!

She said her name was simply Joe
blood on my head flowed.
As we came to a small street cafe'
sitting as I started to sway.
Charming Joe's smile so warm
made me feel I'd ride the storm.

Silly now I asked her was she real
though Joe's softness I could feel.
I was just somebody travelling by
when I heard your pleading cry!
I could not leave you there alone
not enough compassion shown!

Joe helped me making sure I was fine
asking her to my home she declined.
Giving my number would she ring
about her I didn't know anything.
But as Joe had come she had gone
to this day for her I long!

Was Joe an angel hearing my cry
or a Samaritan chancing by?

The Foureyed Poet.