THIS IS A POEM I WROTE A COUPLE OF YEARS AGO. There was a little boy wearing his angelic wings.He was roaming in heaven until he noticed a somberly something.It was a black man sitting on heaven’s bench.He had tears in eyes causing his face to drench.The little boy noticed and asked as he wiped the man’s eye,"What’s the matter?" And then the man sighedAnd replies"I don’t know if my dream will ever...
A CHANCE MEETING
