THE TRUST OF A CHILD.

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.


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