The Road Sweeper {mk.4: 4} Poem by Michael P. Johnson

I came upon a jewel one day
No better man has found
This treasure someone threw away
Or lost it on the ground

I sweep the roads that’s what I do
In sun and rain I’m out
I clean the streets to look as new
I rid what’s thrown about

This day I swept without a care
As pleased as one could be
Twas then I saw it lying there
Quite plain for all to see

I’m truly pleased it failed to rain
The gutter was dry and clean
It could have floated down the drain
And no one would have seen

I would have thrown it in the sack
Like any other time
Yet when I read what’s on the back
It would have been a crime

I have it now for all to see
I keep it near my heart
This precious jewel belongs to me
From which I’ll never part

Its words are clear as good as new
It’s but a tract quite free
Yet still I pray it does for you
The same it did for me

My story now is at an end
“What’s on the back” you say?
The words that spoke to me my friend
Are “SOME FELL BY THE WAY”