Guardian of the doorway

Faithful servant by his side

I need money not your pity reads his sign

I can feel his sense of pride.

.

Watching people disapprovingly

Pass by with shaking head

Their judgement pollutes the city air

Not a single word is said.

.

I've seen enough

And make a stand,

I pat his dog

And shake his hand

.

We both laugh at

The crowded stare

Of faceless people

Passing there

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He greets me so warmly

And offers me a seat

Take the weight off your shoulders friend

And rest your weary feet.

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What troubles you today? he asks

As I let out a sigh.

I feel numb and empty

Came the words of my reply.

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Breathe deep, feel

Release your fears.

It's never as bad

As it ever appears.

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His calming presence

Cleansed me instantly

Giving me his friendship

And advice for free

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Thanking him I asked

Is there something I can do for you?

No, but thanks. It seems

The challenge lies with you.

Copyright © 2007 Matthew P. Nicholson