They called him “the healer”

This traveling medicine man

He would wander alone from town to town

With his leather bag in his rough right hand

Yes, he did use medicine

to heal his sick and injured patients

But what really made a difference

was his warm wise smile, and everlasting patience

A lonely old soul I was

When he stumbled upon my town one day

I asked him to come and give me advice

For a dreadful cough that refused to go away

He gave me some vitamins

And we started to chat

About the reason for living

And other casual things like that

And the next thing you know,

I was laughing so hard I had tears

And it caught me off guard-

That hadn’t happened for years…

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Since I met him that day,

It has been a long while

But he still holds my hand

And constantly makes me smile

And every morning,

When the day is at its start,

I think about my medicine man…

And how he healed my heart.