A Lesson Learned

by Deana   Jul 22, 2006


I remember well
from long ago
an old black man
his eyes aglow

his withered hands
closed tight in prayer
to try in any way to help
the little white child lying there

just a neighbor helping neighbor
that was the way of long ago
no time to think of black or white
just grab the sickly child and go

This old black man has long gone on
His lesson still remains
Like God recalls, but we forget
Beneath the skin were all the same.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Michelle

    Wow..GREAT poem!

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    by Nick who Plays Pool

    5/5 and I have only one more poem to vote and comment on :)

  • 17 years ago

    by ricky

    This poem drew me right in. I could see in my mind the picture you drew with your words. How nice it would be to go back to those days. You truly have a gift.

    ricky black

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    by Carol

    I very much injoyed your poem, it was short but it carried a strong message!!

  • 17 years ago

    by Chelsea Campbell

    I think this poem is awesome. it is short and simple and really made me think. i love that.

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