The Donkey Poem

Don’t waste your time young lady, she heard the farmer say.

That donkey, well he’s stupid; they’re all just born that way.
"He’s slow to move, can take no load in buggy or in sack,
The only thing he’s good for is a whip across his back"

But the young girl, she knew different,
she could sense it in her heart
She would take the donkey home with her
and give him a new start.
So the farmer took her money and handed her the reins.
Good riddance to bad rubbish, mules would always be the same.

Ten years of hurt and ignorance and callous disregard,
would need to be forgiven, and left there in the past.
As the young girl walked the donkey home,
there was no need for speech
Their hearts and minds and souls were joined,
the silence had been breached.

For love can work great magic if you give it but a chance,
stooped heads will rise, old dreams come true
and broken hearts will dance.

This story is no different from many I have heard.
It teaches of the power of touch and gently spoken words.
The young girl, now a woman, with children of her own,
still loves this dusty donkey, she first brought to her home.

You see the donkey symbolizes critters everywhere,
that never get to share their gifts or know that humans care.
Through history, their lives have been,
all service, toil and scorn.
A million miles of pain laid out
along the paths they’ve worn.

It doesn’t have to be like that, the answer’s in our hands
All animals can share the blessings God first gave to man.
Lets take the time to figure out the debt that they have due,
Each dusty lonely donkey, with our love, can start anew.

by Paula Blanch
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