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HEY! CAN YOU?...
written by: Helen Dowd
HEY, CAN YOU SPARE ME A BUCK?
By Helen Dowd
"Hey! Can you spare me a buck, my good friend?"
Said the drifter to a well-dressed man.
With contempt the gentleman looked his way,
And calmly walked toward his van,
"Get away, you scum. Get a job," he said.
"Any drunkard deserves your fate."
He started his car and drove quickly away,
His heart so filled up with hate.
But the man on the street--who was down on his luck--
Had no scorn for the pompous man.
He just hung his head and shuffled away,
His mind on his small daughter, Anne.
Just a few years ago he'd had plenty of cash,
A fine family, a good job--a great life.
But tragedy struck; his world turned all wrong:
In an hour he'd lost house, son, and wife.
He'd been away out of town when he heard on the news
That a fire had gutted a dwelling.
As he turned his ear closer and caught the address,
The fear in his heart started swelling.
He swerved off the road and turned his car 'round,
Speeding quickly back to his house.
"Oh God!" he called out. "Please let it not be.
Oh please! Not my kids and my spouse."
And soon after that--oh his boss was so sad--
But his job had gone to another.
"The recession, you see; we must cut," he was told.
"So I've given your job to my brother."
And now as he thought of his dear daughter, Anne,
All marred and crippled for life,
His heart nearly broke: why hadn't God heard
His prayer for his children and wife?
"Hey! Can you spare me some time?" he asked then
Of the minister at the chapel.
"I just need to talk to someone awhile."...
But the preacher his papers did grapple.
"Not now, my friend. I've a sermon to write.
Perhaps you could come back tomorrow."
So the man went away; his heart was so sad.
Was there no one to share in his sorrow?
His money he'd spent on his poor little girl
For treatments to help ease her pain.
Four years--since her burn--she'd had medical care,
With skin grafts again and again.
And now when he saw her his heart nearly broke.
"Why, God?" he had asked o're and o'er.
Her hand held in his, he would kiss her scarred face:
How her smile made his saddened heart soar!
Now he wandered about day after day;
On a job he hoped to emb
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