CompassionA Poem by Dressed in PoetryNumber 5.
She drove downtown,
Which was about an hour away,
In her beaten-up car
That desperately needed an oil change
On her weekly trip.
First, the Goodwill –
She had too many things she never used,
And the others could benefit from them.
Next, the soup kitchen.
Not for herself, but for the others.
Ladling out a meal always helped her
See how lucky she really was.
Finally, the church,
So that she could teach the little ones
Compassion and Love.
She was the best teacher
That they ever knew.
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1 Review Added on February 6, 2008 Last Updated on February 6, 2008 AuthorDressed in PoetryNorman, OKAboutJe m'appelle Lauren. I'm very dramatic. Other random things about me: - I have a passionate love for all things ironic. - 80% of what I say is sarcastic. - I like big words. They are fun. - I .. more..Writing
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