I placed a coin into the hand
Of a blind man who appreciated it much,
It was just a small token - but oh, the joy
That lay in its metallic touch.
I spoke a few kind words,
The words were merely a small thing,
And yet, they roused a weary heart
To hope for the reward life will bring.
I escorted an old lady across the busy street,
A small, but thoughtful thing to do.
Remembering her smile and thankful words
Ignited happiness in me the whole day through.
What a gentle poem Joseph I loved the first verse. Very touching. Sincerely Ernestine Northover
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
these are few small things but there's a whole lot more thank you for this little reminder - it's another one small thing after all. good thoughts! Lynne