POEM 273: FRIENDLY STRANGER
He held in his hands a drawing pad
put it back in his knapsack
with a sticker that says 'avoid strangers'
ran into the street with his sandwich
morning breeze caressing his face

there's an old man with a walking stick
standing by the road, hungry and sick
he turns to boy and stretched his trembling arms
and said "son, just a bite, wouldn't you do this for me?"

Boy turns around and runs along whistling a nursery rhyme up the hill.
He's flying down the road rolling like a wandering stone.
Coming down the hill, the lorry couldn't find her break 
and little boy didn't hear "get off the road!"

boy dashes to the roadside sandwich flung into mud,
scared, boy calls for mum.
But a trembling hand reaches out to him,
old man with a walking stick
standing by the road side, looking sick, helps boy up and said;

"You couldn't do this for me when hunger knocked me over.
But I would do this for you, because I am a friendly stranger."

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