A shadow fell across my track
As I walked ‘neath the evening sky;
I became concerned,
My stomach churned,
As the stranger hurried by.
Just a shudder felt
In my worried step
As I caught just a glimpse of his frame
And I knew at once
What it was he wants
As he held out his hand to me.
“Think you may have dropped
Your walking stick”,
He politely said to me.
He passed it on
Then he was gone
And I felt sad to be me.
Roland's Ragbag 
This is a sad premonition well written
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Thank you for your comment, Derrick.
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I enjoyed this very much. If kids were given to read poetry like yours, they would love the written word and maybe take an earnest interest in writing.
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Many thanks for your positive comment, Yassy.
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You are welcome, Roland.
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