"I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know . . .
His voice broke a bit, and tears came to his eyes. I was touched the sweetness and trust that he had to share this with me. It was a very intimate moment and the words stayed with me until I could listen to the song on the bus ride home. I have the feeling that there is a lot more to learn from Larry. In fact, that day I had a glimpse of the many ways that Larry Lewis reminds me of my own Dad--maybe enough that I could elaborate on in a future post. Although Dad is physically inaccessible to me now, he is ever present in my thoughts and throughout my day, thanks to Larry.