TRUST by Austin Lathrop I stand in the doorway Cans, vegetables, behind A line, endless, in front People i do not know But trust in me to help Kind faces, yet desperate Desperate, but hopeful They look like you and me Suddenly, i see him An old friend, awaiting Yesterday I saw him We had talked at the game And now I stand in front Ready to serve my friend But still I’m wondering Why didn’t I know He needed help?
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