#mathew
Behold the ponies in the field
who neither sow, nor do they reap:
they run with unabated zeal
from dawn until they pause to sleep.
They do not worry, fuss, nor fret
that with a hand or two they'd yet
become a horse, majestic steed,
a noble beast of strength and speed
that all admire. A pony's satisfied
with sun for warmth and grass to eat,
a stable's shelter when the sleet
of winter falls, and one to ride
them round the ring, through woods,
to dappled meadows, fine and good.
Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 11:32 PM UTC
He didn't meet many expectations
With the shell that he wore
Though the people gave nothing
They expected more
He'd stroll into town
With the clothes on his back
And the tools he would need
In an ancient, holey bag
He'd search out those
In need of repair
A leaky roof
Or a broken chair
This man seemed to know something
About every field
He'd smooth bumpy roads
Even doctored wounds 'til they healed
There was never a charge
For the service he rendered
One need only ask
And perhaps remember
**If a stranger's in need
And passes your way
Just give him a hand
That's my pay**
The more that he helped
The more tradesmen would fuss
*This man's stealing the thunder
That belongs to us*
So the tradesmen all gathered
And plotted and planned
The weapons they chose
Were not in their hands
They began to spread lies
*This is our competitors' ruse
If he keeps freely working
Consider the business we'll lose*
They convinced the masses
In spite of all he had done
*This enemy among us
Is a dangerous one*
So this strange humble servant
Who was mocked in the end
Had no one defend him
Not one single friend
If you'll lend me your ear
I'll return it with truth
The enemy among us
Is me and you
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC