It was a busy and cold Christmas Eve
My shopping was done, I was about to leave
Then I saw him sitting quietly there
In sorrow I could only stare
His clean tear stained face was whiter than snow
He was so upset, but I had to go
My family and friends were waiting for me
And on Christmas that's where you should be
Someone else would come and he'd be okay
I had to get home before Christmas day
I took my seat on the crowded bus
Everyone was busy making a fuss,
All these travelers would often roam
But it was Christmas time and we were all going home
A woman came and passed me by
But I was too distracted I didn't say hi
She wouldn't notice one less seasonal greeting
Besides the moment was gone, already fleeting
Someone else will greet her and tell her hello
It's Christmas time and I have to go
I got off the bus and continued on my way
Walking quickly with not much to say
On my way I came upon a homeless man
Holding up a silver can
What money I had, already I'd planned for
I was sad and wished I had a bit more
Someone else will come and help out this man
After all, for everyone, God has a plan
I hurried to the next bus stop
And when I arrived behind me there was a sound
I turned to see an old man sitting on the ground
There was a smile on his old worn face
That seemed to light up this snowy place
His state of being was astonishing to me
His happiness was there for all to see
But he was dirty and looked tired
Perhaps he was homeless or at work was fired
"Sir please forgive me,
But I couldn't help but see,
Your happiness fills this cold space,
How do you find happiness in such a place?"
"I am a rich man and truly blessed,
For I am going home, I passed the test."
"How do you mean?"
I asked not trying to make a scene
"It's Christmas and I have done all that I can,
To help those in need, my fellow man,
I helped God and gave Christmas to all,
And I went whenever someone would call."
I sank to the ground and cried
I thought about earlier and just about died
"My God, my God, what have I done?
I have forsaken your only son!"
"Dear woman, fear not,
For the battle is not all the way fought,
Go and give Christmas to every man woman and child as I have for you,
Because sometimes theonly someone else is you."
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Someone Else
PoetrySomeone once told me that if you want to be happy for an hour watch a T.V. show. If you want to be happy for a day, go to an amusement park. If you want to be happy the rest of your life, serve others. Nothing is more important than kindness.