Left on the roadside
Bleeding and tired.
No one to help me
They think I'm drunk.
I have been beaten
And most of my bones
Have been broken.
Won't someone help me?
I cry, but it is in vain.
They laugh at my plight
A druken beggar they think
Get out of their sight.
Soon a lady saw my pain
And stooped over to help me.
She raised me from the ground
And sat me on a chair.
O good lady, I thank you so much.
I have been beaten and all roughed up.
But you took pity and sat me down.
How can I repay you for you kindness today?
Sad but true...
All the best to you,
JMD
Love ya!
Jane
..just Praise the Lord!!
Lady Vivian
Hugs, Diana...
I just hope this is not auto-biographical!
Many Blessings,
Christine
Ron
Picked up an old bum once walking by the side of the road with a paper bag. Turned out he was an Indian who had a colorful background including playing in American movies. I dropped him and his lunch (in the paper bag) at the “Indian Doings” (a rodeo) that he kindly invited me to near Medicine Hat, Alberta. I'm sorry that I had to miss that opportunity and continued on my way.
Ron
Neerja
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