Love Not Sympathy

Love Not Sympathy

The tavern sat on the street of a small town
With yellow and green stained glass windows
Yellow rose bushes surrounded the place

A hundred year old oak tree with a big knot hole
Seemed to attach itself to the back of the building
Giving shade and had benches for a resting places

This was a special tavern known all over the area
The men would always bring beautiful flowers
Always smiling happy faces leaving with grace

The men could come back if they needed help
If their family was sick or needed some food
The owner was wealthy and always lent a hand

He was just a little man who worked very hard
He had a leather apron and smoked a little pipe
He wore a crocked hat and had a crocked smile

He looked at people with love and not sympathy
Beauty and kindness made it so very easy to care
For exchange for flowers he would give indeed

Behind the oak tree was a grave yard for the town
The new flowers would adorn those underground
Who was this fellow who showed up so long ago

Could he be an earth angel right before their eyes
A special gift from heaven with love in his soul
They called him Mattie Ferguson friend til the end

YellowRose

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