I thought it was very cold
That December night...
While driving to my warm
Home.
Until I saw that man, alone,
By the side of the bayou.
He had lit a fire...
Standing too close
In a shirt and pants...
Holding out his hands to
The warmth.
I drove to a place to turn
Around...went back, thinking
There might be danger if
I stop. I stopped...
Gave him my coat.
It was too large on me.
When I drove off, he was putting
That coat on.
Now, he may have done drugs,
May have drank,
May have been a crazy,
Old sort...
But, he wouldn't be cold again
With
The coat.
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homeless-man-and-the-coat/
