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The DEAL
The Deal
He was generous to a fault;
And that was his mistake;
For strangers saw the opening;
And figured it would take;
So little to deceive him; and cleverly relieve him;
Of all his worldly goods; but they misunderstood!
When every evening found him;
With needy ones around him;
He saw it not as greed;
But rather as a need; that only he could fill;
His “talent”, if you will.
His life was lived in certainty;
That riches lose allure;
That fame is soon forgotten;
While love, well spent, endures
None would fall beyond his reach;
He sought them out and gave to each.
Proud to be the giver; the seeker who delivered;
And anything he owned;
could be borrowed, shared or loaned.
In lieu of charging fees;
He gathered memories;
Of prayers with a sinner;
A beggar’s Christmas dinner;
The barefoot in his shoes;
The mutt who loved his stew.
Of walks down puddled alleys;
The drunks outside O’Malleys;
The cripple with her cane;
that he never saw again.
To some he was a pauper;
and probably a fool;
This man who came to find us;
When our fates were cruel.
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The stranger came one night;
to walk him toward the light.
He’d nothing left to give;
So well this life he’d lived.
The finest of eternities
was offered him, you see;
But in the end, the legend goes;
they granted him his plea.
He wished to guide the travelers;
That none would lose their way;
He asked to light the dead of night;
to help us find our way!
The proof lies in the stories;
Survivors love to tell;
Of brilliant lights across the night ;
that found them where they fell.
Before you call it fantasy;
Or blame the Northern lights,
Beware if you should lose your way;
what you profess tonight!
You can put your faith in science;
And lie there cold and pale;
Or hold well to the legend;
And live to tell the tale!
Of how he walks the heavens;
Still searching for the strays;
With pockets leaking moonlight;
And stars to give away.
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