A man stood at the door to the flower shop
No shoes on his cracked dirty feet.
He asked
Miss can you spare a quarter
So I can buy something to eat
Aghast I stared at the figure
Matted hair
Ragged Clothes
No
I don’t have money to give you
I spat at him
I have just enough to buy a rose
A rose will help me feel happy
A rose will help chase away
Scenes of sorrow and sadness
I see around me everyday
A rose’s beauty and fragrance
Will help lift my soul
If I give you money
Even one quarter
I won’t have enough to buy a rose
I hurried into the flower shop
To buy my beautiful rose
But I couldn’t forget the beggar
Dressed in ragged tattered clothes
I thought of his futile existence
Was he berift of mind and soul
Though
Ragged and tattered
Matted and battered
I thought
Is he still not God’s own Rose
I rushed out of the flower shop
Without buying a rose
To search for the dirty figure
Dressed in ragged tattered clothes
I found him on a bus bench
Shivering in the cold
I took his hand
Gave him the money
And said
I just found my beautiful rose