I met a man upon the way his name was Hurt
I gave him my card, my mission statement and passed him by.
I met another called Pain, I gave him directions
and contact numbers and passed him by.
I met a third broken and bleeding, I printed him a sheet
of the best doctors and hospitals and passed him by.
I met yet another whose eyes were of such stillness
he looked into my soul, I said I am thirsty...
…He gave me a drink of water.
Adrian Wait
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-the-way/
