THE BEST HE CAN
The checkout line moved slowly, and I could scarce contain
My great impatience with these folks—the waiting was such pain.
At last the man ahead of me moved up to take his turn--
His groceries on the counter placed as if he’s time to burn.
All bent with age, and shaking, this feeble, gentle man
Turned, smiled. A tear told me, “I’m doing the best I can.”
I melted, and I felt remorse at my impatient heart.
I walked a moment in his shoes and pushed his grocery cart.
Oh Lord, help me have patience—help me to know each man
Is doing just the best he knows, or even the best he can!
--Jay M. Richardson