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Jan 2016
You were so cold, I gave you my favorite coat,
A coat with many wears and tears, but mine;
Your feet were barren with no socks and shoes,
I went into my closet to find six pairs to give,
So you would no longer be miserable in pain.

I was eating a feast with friends and family,
A gigantic table filled with delicious food and wine,
You were hungry, so I gave you half the food to eat,
To watch you cry and savor the food of life.

I had a home, a beautiful home, with a warm fireplace,
I looked outside my kitchen window and saw you there,
Shivering, standing solitary in the alleyway looking lost;
I called out to you to come live with me this time and place,
Because I had too many bedrooms being unused and empty,
And, you were afraid but finally came to stay with me.

What blessed me so that others should have nothing?
Who decides who is to receive and who is give?
To follow the Father I must give some of my possessions,
Not for show, but for the sake of easing another's pain.

I had a car, a fancy car, with many features and comfort,
You needed to go to see your dying Mother 100 miles away,
I offered my car and filled the tank with gas and handed keys,
Not needing to go anywhere that day, I sat back in my chair,
Smiled and turned on the stereo to listed to some Bob Marley.

I need not much, I seek not much, and I am happy today,
Because someone else who needed me was there to show me how,
That we are not mere possessions, no, but here for one another,
No fanfare needed, no rich reward, but just to hear my heart sing.
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
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