Whoever Finds This, I Love You!

Whoever Finds This, I Love You!

From A 3rd Serving of Chicken Soup for the Soul

Whoever Finds This, I Love You!

On a quiet street in the city a little old man walked along

Shuffling through the autumn afternoon,

And the autumn leaves reminded him of other summers come and gone.

He had a long lonely night ahead, waiting for June.

Then among the leaves near an orphan’s home a piece of paper caught his eye,

And he stooped to pick it up with trembling hands.

As he read the childish writing the old man began to cry

’Cause the words burned inside him like a brand.

“Whoever finds this, I love you, whoever finds this, I need you

I ain’t even got no one to talk to

So whoever finds this, I love you!”

The old man’s eyes searched the orphan’s home and came to rest upon a child

With her nose pressed up against the window pane.

And the old man knew he found a friend at last, so he waved to her and smiled

And they both knew they’d spend the winter laughing at the rain.

And they did spend the winter laughing at the rain

Talking through the fence and exchanging little gifts they had made for each other.

The old man would carve toys for the little girl.

She would draw pictures for him of beautiful ladies

Surrounded by green trees and sunshine, and they laughed a lot.

But then on the first day of June the little girl ran to the fence

To show the old man a picture she drew, but he wasn’t there.

And somehow the little girl knew he wasn’t coming back

So she went to her room, took a crayon and paper and wrote . . .

“Whoever finds this, I love you, whoever finds this, I need you

I ain’t even got no one to talk to

So whoever finds this, I love you!”

Author Unknown

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