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This happened to me over thirty years ago. |
| One day a while ago, filling my tank with gas, A young boy smiled and came up to me. He breathlessly asked for a lift to his house, Because he was late for his tea. I told him how dangerous this could have been To go on a ride with a stranger. The boy said he was looking for a kind face, And felt he was not in danger. I told him his parents would prefer he was late, Than for him not to turn up at all. He agreed in the future, he'd think of my words, As I left the gate he grinned, "Thanks!" he called. Brought tears to my eyes, he was about nine. I feared for his future welfare. He seemed a tough kid, but if he'd been mine, I’d have taught him to be more aware. Through life he'll meet bad, sprinkled with good. His innocence, I hoped would stay. Saying a quick prayer, I asked if he could, Be guarded by Angels, as he went on his way. * * * * * * * * * * |