When I was pumping my gas
At a service station one day,
I saw a man counting pennies.
"Not much!" I heard him say.
He was at the pump behind me
In an old aging, rusting car.
As the old man walked inside,
He said, "This won't get me far."
Walking over to the old man's car
Was a gentleman, tall and lank.
He slid his card into the slot
And filled the old man's tank.
Then the old man returned soon
With his pennies still in hand.
He walked to his car mumbling,
"I just do not understand."
Then he said to that young man,
Who was putting his card away,
"You must be an angel of God!"
"I'm a child of God!" he did say.
This poem was a finalist in the September 2012 poetry contest