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While I was drving along one day

I happened upon a man..

are you travelling, upon my way?

would you care to lend a hand?



And his clothes were tattered

and no shoes had he

but to him, it seemed to not have mattered

as he looked and smiled at me



And his skin discolored, scarred, and black  

from all the dirt and grime

and all he carried, was a sack

but to him, it all seemed fine



His arm stretched outward with coins in hand

as if to pay me for the ride

from his fingers poured grains of sand

my surprise, I tried to hide



And he waited ever patiently,

standing beneath the heat of day

he did not beg me desperately

as he wondered what i'd say



I smiled and opened wide the door

and he climbed into my car

set his sack upon the floor

and said "home isn't very far"



He moved to hand me what he had

and I declined the jest

he seemed upset, and looked quite sad

as we journyed to the west



And then he spoke, so quietly

and broke the silence there

please don't give your sympathy

for I have no despair



And for your kindness, I give to you

this money that I hold

but there is something that you must do

If I might be so bold..



That when this ride is done at last

and we've gone our separate way

spread the word, is all I ask

of what has happened here today



That kindness is never truly lost

and is repaid even by the poor

a cherished gift, despite the cost

and for a hopeless soul, becomes a cure