New Stomps
New Stomps
Today I have again,
been told the value of my worth.
Limitless...
or at least the value of
new socks and shoes,
by a man...
that did not look
at the price tag,
but instead at my face,
as he ripped open
the sock package of six...
to get me what was needed.
The whole package,
more money than I paid
for my last pair of shoes...
a long while back.
Placing all on the cash belt,
"We'll take the lot..."
adding the shoes,
the open bag,
and a second one,
absently...
to the mix,
then
placing the change
he received in the small
donation can at the door.
I have finally met a man,
like my grandfather.
A good man.
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