I answered the door with a frown on my face
I couldn’t be bothered,too busy in the rat race
But answer it I did, and what did I find
But a filthy old man, hands dirty, holding a sign
“Can I do some work for you,” he asked politely
I don’t need much, I only ask that you feed me
I almost shut the door, going to brush him aside
But I stopped; it was the sadness deep in his eyes
I glimpsed his dog tags from a war way before my time
A veteran, out on the streets, such a crime 
Right then and there I had a change of heart
This old man needed help, and this would be a start
I welcomed him in, sat down and took off my tie
Poured us both a cup of coffee, not really knowing why
The rat race would have to finish without me this day
I had a more important job, helping an old man find his way

“Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.” Hebrews 13:2