A phone call from a homeless man
And so a strange journey began
"You're a church. You're a clergyman.
Help the needy is your game plan."
"Yes," I said, "We help those in need."
"I'm tired," he barked, "Don't make me plead?
I need a ride, please intercede."
I hesitatingly agreed
Unsure about this rambling man
I frisked him, did a thorough scan
Before he got in my sedan
A cop stopped by — heroic man
I told him of my kindly deed
He said such acts weren't guaranteed
But wished me well and so God's speed
It ended well, thankful indeed
He got where he desired to go
No hijack, just a ride you know
A man who lives down on skid row
I wished him well and let him go
