Good People

I have cried so many tears of late

tears because someone cared about me

really cared enough to help me

tears because no one didn't care about

me either

how ironic is that

and also for complete strangers

who were nice to me

when they didn't even have to be nice

or even talk to me.

I even gave an old man who wife was having dialysis

3 times a week at the local hospital uptown a hug

because he sat and spoke to me on a city bench

All because he was kind to me.

And listen to my woes.

How sweet and decent and kind

is that. To do for a stranger.

I am a soft-hearted fool but little things

like that mean the world to me.

I felt so awful for me going on out my

situation. And wished him good luck

and well wishes for his wife

Good people are everywhere just

sometimes you don't realize they

are there.