We do not have to know the man who walks
three hours northside to southside of town
past green bluegrass lawns, over white
picket fences, around chains of
snapping curs and through
vegetable patches to his
home willed him by
his dead mama;
knowing him is not necessary,
helping him is our responsibility.
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 6:33 PM UTC
We do not have to know the man who walks
three hours northside to southside of town
past green bluegrass lawns, over white
picket fences, around chains of
snapping curs and through
vegetable patches to his
home willed him by
his dead mama;
knowing him is not necessary,
helping him is our responsibility.
About a local man I have know most of my life.
