Special People

There was a young man, who cried himself to sleep one night,
Who missed school that week, although he was not really of the type,
Though through the tough trials of life he would become a better man,
For then now he was lost in grief, felling scared alone and mad,

There was an old man, on one bright sunny warm day,
Who sat watching the small child in his big backyard play,
She was skipping and singing, a song ‘bout a candle maker,
As the man quietly read the days morning paper,

There was a little girl, who stood up as she smiled,
Who went up on the stage, she had been nervous for quite a while,
She shook the strangers hand, as deep in her her heart glowed,
For that moment she was scared, yet proud to be considered the town hero,

There was a old man, who cried as he smiled,
Who watched his youngest leave, as he felt his inner emotions pile,
He grinned that sheepish grin of his, as upon his face a single tear fell,
For that moment he was proud of his special "baby gal,"

There was an old man, who sat quietly in the crowd,
Who remembered the times, when she had made him proud,
He wept and he sat, as she through her hat into the air,
For he was as proud as they come, though little did he cheer,

There was a women, who screamed out in pain,
Her husband was there, as she hollered again,
And she wept and he beamed, as the doctor said twins,
For they were excited and nervous, and rushed to tell all their kin,

There were two small boys, who ran and who played,
Who tossed the pigskin with their father, back and forth all day,
They smiled and they laughed, as into their fathers arms they fell,
For they loved every minute they spent with their "special pal."

-by Laurie Carriger

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