TAKE SUPPER WITH ME

The sun was setting, shadows stretched out beyond the hills,

A breeze suddenly came forcing leaves from the aging trees.

Chilly on this night as a pile of wood rests waiting for a warm fire,

A roof over this mans head, supper on the stove, and a bed to call my own.

Step out do i to have a smoke from my pipe, relaxing while a meal is cooking,

I see in the distance a stranger with body movement of desperation, pacing.

Examine the situation do I as this most lonely, scared person, loiters,

Call to him I do, are you okay! I watch as this soul looks my way,

Be wary of strangers I think to myself but there is no worry here.

Come in out from the cold and take supper with me, it’s your choice,

I was taking a chance, in the end, the chance I took changed someone’s life.

Keith Garrett