Ragged Man

Amaya is tonight’s bartender in the Dverse Pub.  She asked us to write about a time when a change in our lives caused us to change our mind for the greater good.  This person changed my mind and life more than any other I could ever imagine:

I met a ragged man,
Who walked a crooked mile.
Though he was stooped and weary,
I thought I caught a smile.

He was walking down the lane,
Bloody and beat down.
And on His head a band of thorns,
Encircled as a crown.

I asked Him, “Why so cheerful,
When you know a dreadful end?”
He beamed a smile right back at me,
“It’s all for you my friend”.

 

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