I Meet a King
He stood in the middle of the lane,
A toddler in tatters,
Confronting my speeding scooter.
I cursed the nowhere-in-sight,careless mother,
Then changing gear
Threatened a mock dash,
Was to him but a big plaything
Come for his pleasure.
The sudden smile over his face
Lit up my heart.
i withdrew a little,
Bowed to his imperial innocence
And humbly went my way.
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