I called him the tin box man.
His smile was sweeter than all his cakes and pastries.
A man left poor after a hard day’s work
Never saw on his face smiles unmarked
Tin box man may I have one
But I have no money
They’re all for you honey
Then in the box would dip his hand
On my palm a cake would land
But I have no money tin box man
Pay it back when you can
Then he would deliver his trademark speech
When you grow up and become rich
I would come with an empty can
Fill that up for the tin box man.
Never saw one passing cloud on his face
Ill clothed unshaved never bereft of grace
In his box holding what deep mysteries
Spreading the sweetness of cakes pastries!
He is long gone but lingers his trace
When I encounter depression’s face
He stands beside me my smiles unlocks
Locks away all sadness in his tin box!
You have given this man immortality as a reward for his kindness. A beautiful poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A person's kind acts always stay with us. You tell the story with such feeling!