A Good Samaritan Maybe

Some people call me blessed
others call me an angel,
but I think myself as none of these.
Just an ordinary person
who as he travels down life’s busy road,
will stop for a moment
to give a stranger a hand,
a stranger in distress.
That does not make me blessed
or very much an angel.
You could call me a Good Samaritan
and a friend to whom ever
I might chance upon
as I travel on my way.

23 June 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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