By: Elizabeth Dunaj
This old Gent, he lived alone.
Had some helpers to clean his home.
The helpers came and they did hurry.
No time had they, it was all scurry, scurry.
The old Gent's legs were scaly and blue.
Not a one would touch; they looked awful too.
The old Gent was sadden, what could he do?
No one would help his feet of blue.
Then a man came along.
Kind and caring, huming a song.
"Would you like to soak your feet?
I am here for your care to meet."
This old Gent was surprised.
Could this be true ?
He wants to help my feet of blue?
"Yes you may, no other would,
I'd do it myself, if I honestly could."
"Not a problem Sir." said the kind man.
"I'm here for you, where is a pan?"
A bucket he found, better still.
Adding salt, vinegar, and warm water to fill.
Into the warm mixture went these feet of blue.
With a gentle hand, this man washed them too.
The old Gent smiled and said to him,
"You are sent from God, I will call you Saint Jim."
Then the kind man with a tear
continued to wash this Gent so dear.
Said he, "My life I give to God above
and honor you with His love."
The old Gent's feet had color too;
they showed pink instead of blue.
Happy and relaxed the old Gent be,
for the kind man who came and bent his knee.
Copyright © 2000 by Elizabeth Dunaj
All rights reserved.
A true story about my husband Jim.