Friendship

The day was cold as she walked up the hill,
A little old lady with shopping bags to fill.
She reached the shops, she felt very tired,
It's harder each day since she retired.

Shopping completed, she now turned for home,
Hoping that the teenagers don't come.
She's so afraid that she'll be the one
That the teenage thugs will pounce upon.

She knows that only the other day
Her lifelong friend had passed this way.
She'd been set upon by a teenage thug
Who'd followed her with intent to mug.

As she walks home on her tired, old feet
A teenager she's about to meet.
Is he the one her old friend had met?
Where should she turn some help to get?

He met her with a friendly greeting.
Her fears are now fast retreating.
He asked if he could share her heavy load
By carrying her bags along the road.

As they walked the long mile to her home,
She knew in her heart that he had come
In her hour of need, to be a friend,
A friendship that would never end.

Her fear of teenagers at an end,
Due entirely to her young teenage friend.
She will never forget that winter's day
That her teenage friend had walked her way.