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Writer's picturePaul D. Wilke

Come and See


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'Come and See'

the sign said

THAT

and nothing more

not even an exclamation point

just three simple words nailed to a board

on a dead-end road in the middle of nowhere

hung by a quiet little man in shabby clothes

and worn-out slippers,

selling strips of his soul for a penny—

and not a penny more,

a priceless bargain,

at a bargain price

(if truth be told).

A tiny wooden table

and a creaky old chair,

had this quiet little man,

with the quiet little stare

where he sat

A

L

O

N

E

day after day,

year after year—

waiting in sun, snow, and rain,

through joy, sorrow, and pain,

longing for someone,

anyone

would do,

who might

Come and See

a deeper shade of True.

Yet no one did Come,

and no one did See,

for no one had a care

about this quiet little man,

with the quiet little stare,

selling strips of his soul for a penny—

now a penny a pair,

until at length,

he ran out of strength,

and stooped weary and low,

with so little to show—

if only someone could

Come and See,

that would be enough

to find bliss and harmony,

so he waited patiently,

but it didn't really matter

no one ever came,

and no one ever saw,

it was forever and ever the same,

THE SAME! THE SAME!

forever and ever the same

the same the same the same

and

many still say,

down to this very day,

that he's still there—

W

A

I

T

I

N

G

this quiet little man,

with the quiet little stare.


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PDW

December 2024

Dry Grove, Il

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