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Apr 2018
2:am at McDonald’s drive through
After a night out on the town
We found him, Jacobus,
a sorry sight! To say the least!
Ripped our hearts apart he did!
A baby in most parents eyes
He looked 15
Probably a fib in saying he is 17
No shoes on his feet
Recycling cool drink cans
To earn a living
A family of 3 living in a box
On a vacant lot
So we got him in our car
The love of my life ran up to the apartment.
We fashioned him with shoes n socks
A jersey and blanket!
And 3 times in cash of what a good days recycling can bring.
Reluctantly given not knowing where it shall be spent?
Not welcoming this child in for we can’t risk him returning with his dad or the likes!
Desperate people do desperate things!
None of this consoles my soul
No child should be subjected to life as such!
Fending for two adults collecting recycling materials in the early hours of the morning, to get the best out of the trash we discard!
He will probably be Back on the street shortly after we left him at the vacant lot
A footpath through the overgrown bush
The last we saw of him.
A child should be guided, a mentor to ease his path into this cruel world!
How often we take so much for granted
Complaining with a need that cant truelly  be justified!
No, I appreciate that now!

I can’t leave this there! how I don’t know but, a difference in this child’s life I have to make!
I know I can’t save every homeless family.
I know !
But God would not have led my path past this child without cause!
A route I am yet to define!
However a real chance he deserves!
So pray, all of faith, I ask!
For my choice of action
Is seek his guidance
For I know it’s his task set for me!
I’ll be on my knees
In appreciation for what I have
In hope for this poor soul

Pray I ask!
For there be more power in prayer than we realize!
Oh
Pray please do
Warren-Johnson
Written by
Warren-Johnson  49/M/Johannesburg
(49/M/Johannesburg)   
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     --- and Rick the shoe shine boy
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