A Scruffy Man.

Goldfinch60



As we walked along the street, my wife and I,

We saw an elderly man come out of a shop;

He was struggling with his frame and his shopping.

A scruffy young man came towards him,

The sort of person you would never acknowledge.

He stopped by the man and said

“Can I help you sir?” “You seem to need help”.

The man looked at him and smiled.

The young man arranged the shopping

And the frame so they could be used in harmony.

“Thank you” said the elderly man

“That is my pleasure sir” said the young man

“Take care of yourself, bye”.

 

There are people in this world that care

Sometimes you are surprised who they are.

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Comments6

  • orchidee

    Good write Gold
    KP's the sort of person you would never acknowledge. 'You' meaning 'anyone'. lol.

  • sorenbarrett

    Never judge a book by its cover. I too have been surprised by the incongruity of peoples looks and actions. A wonderful read Andy.

    • Goldfinch60

      So true soren, we are often surprised by the good tghat is in people.

      Andy

    • Teddy.15

      Don't judge a book by it's cover such an important message especially in today's world. Love this ❤️

      • Goldfinch60

        Thank you Teddy, so true.

        Andy

      • Accidental Poet

        Twice here my response already spoken.
        But that doesn't mean my response broken.
        For the surprises in life a heartfelt token. 😉👍

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you AP, may those tokems always be there for us.

          Andy

        • Neville



          life is indeed full of surprises .. a fine example sir

          • Goldfinch60

            Most kind Neville, thank you.

            Andy

          • John Prophet

            In this world of turmoil there’s occasionally a beacon of light.
            Nice write.
            John

            • Goldfinch60

              So very true John, there are more beacons of light of which are are never told about.

              Andy



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