You directed us…
You showed us where it was safe
You showed us where to leave our car…
You didn’t care about yourself; only about us
You, who people regard as a nobody
You who people frown upon
A few cents, all I had, to put into your filthy, calloused hands
Then…
You surprised me, you surprised me by receiving those few cents as if it was
Communion…
Hands in the shape of a Cross
As if I placed the Body into your hands!
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This is an interesting poem... I don't know if "filthy" is the best word given the tone of the poem. 🤔
What I will say is that there are some car guards who really go the extra mile and make an impression. My sister and I met the most wonderful car guard at Southgate Mall recently. He just went the extra mile. ❤