an allegory of a good samaritan...

met an old man in the market
by the shop..on a stool ...sitting...
I stopped... there
had to buy things...
and...
He the old man...stray white beard...
a pair of spectacles hanging from nose...
smiled ...
and asked
'what do you want kid?'

'do i look like a kid?'
i thought within
and gleamed
and with a happy face replied
'bottles of water...available?'

'Sure...'
the old man
(was he that cobbler Jesus met?)
said and went right in
and came with a big bottle...
a real big one...
cold water...

I drank...
and
paid up him...

He the old man this time smiled back...
'Where do you live?'
Was his next question...

'Nearby...'
me answered...

'but you travel...
far ...
you travel...
i know...'

the old man affirmed.

i stopped short of getting into the closed air conditioned thing.

i just stopped.

for a moment i thought
the old man looked like the cobbler...
that cobbler who became God!

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