Mr Humble (a no frills poem: dedicated to Arnold Abbott and people like him)
No Bells and Whistles
Usually when I write a hub whether it be an essay, short story or even a poem, I spend hours looking for suitable photo images, quotes, videos, facts and trivia to add to the appeal of the hub and to appease the Hub Page and Google Gods. Not this time. This is just a simple, bare bones type of hub, no bells and whistles, just a few photos I already had on file, one video, and the poem itself. I hope it can stand on the message alone. I know it will bring down my overall hubber score but that's not the end of the world. there are a lot more important things to be concerned about in this world, and they are happening everyday, and all around us.
I urge you to sit down, read this poem, then take a little time and consider how trivial stressing over small things like hub and hubber score, traffic and views etc really is in the general scheme of life. After all, how much control do you really have over these. Hopefully you'll go away with a slightly different perspective. Here's to people like Arnold Abbott.
News headline: Daily Mail May 18th 2015
"A 90-year-old man who was arrested for feeding the homeless in his Florida city was back at it on Wednesday, despite being apprehended by police on Tuesday.
Arnold Abbott has helped to prepare hundreds of meals a week for countless hungry homeless persons in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, since 1990, but a new ordinance now makes this illegal in the city.
As a result, Abbott and and two ministers from the Sanctuary Church were arrested while dishing out hot food on Tuesday night."
Please watch this video.
by John Hansen © 2015
Mr Humble can't you see
How your life's affected me?
In my heart and in my soul
I store the lessons you have told.
Mr Humble you must know
All the good things that you grow.
Feeding homeless in the street,
Shoeing those who have bare feet.
Mr Humble has no greed,
Only cares for mouths to feed,
Gives his time and energy
To the poor and those in need.
Mr Humble seeks no praise,
He isn't noticed at first gaze.
Silently he does his work,
Behind the scenes he seems to lurk.
Mr Humble moves around
To war-torn countries, lands and towns,
Earthquake, famine, fire and flood,
Giving aid is in his blood.
Mr Humble goes his way
Doing good deeds every day.
Never does he moan or sigh,
Helping others is his high.
Mr Humble says his prayers,
He knows the Holy Father cares.
All the gratitude he needs
Is knowing that he does God's deeds.
Mr Humble thank you so,
For teaching me the way to go.
To care for others more than me,
A worthy reason just to be.
© 2015 John Hansen
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