SOWER OF SMILES:

In old straw hat & clothes all patched & tattered,

Scuffed shoes, but to him, none of that mattered,

He had not a dollar, dime nor a cent to call his own,

And nobody cared, nor knew if he had even a home.

He never did beg, never borrowed, nor ever did steal,

He never knew from where he would get his next meal,

But there was always a light shining in his old blue eyes,

The light of the sun & moon, of the sky & the very wise.

He always gave away whatever little & all that he had,

A pat to passing dogs, a smile to the passing old & sad,

A funny face pulled to make weepy babe gurgle & smile,

Old crumbs for the birds, left on street corners in a pile.

 Greeting gents, doffed old hat to passing ladies in heels,

A “hello,” given to boys & girls, speeding past on wheels,

He had so little & yet he gave it away to all with sad trials,

Those who knew him, called him the “sower of smiles”.