Charity's Pocket Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Charity's Pocket
Rating: ★1.6
He reached deep inside
because here was a human
destitute and close to death.
Sadly, his hand returned empty,
he had not been able to spare
without causing inconvenience,
and possible hardship
onto himself.
And he was, after all,
not her keeper, that was the job
that God had signed up for.
And where was God, by the way?
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
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4/25/2024 5:36:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Like the cops...never around when needed! Nicely written!