It was a fine summer's day, and beside the highway.
Lay a man, who was bloodied and bruised.
Anyone who would have passed, would have sworn that the mask,
On his face, was a halloween trick.
His bag was left empty behind,
His head inches from the train track line.
His bare feet strayed, and where his walking shoes lay, was a mystery never to be solved.
A man from the government passed. In a car that showed his high class.
In the blink of an eye, his chariot flew by,
He thought, I might have stopped, but I'm going too fast.
The sun travelled on through the sky, as time ticked slowly on by.
And, the man who was down, had no strength left to frown,
His heart was beating out of time.
Another man came on his bike,
Wearing clothes that were absurdly tight.
He yelled, I'm sorry sir, I can't help you today!
Every man has got his own fight to fight!
The sun now sank low in the sky,
And the moon was soon expected by, the stars, who were waiting for their chance to shine, and cast perhaps a too-cheerful light on the dark.
Now, up drove a bitsa car. With a driver much older than you are. He could hardly see out of his eyes and I doubt that he'd keep his licence for long.
He stopped by the way for a break.
For, he'd almost driven into the lake. It was only by miracle he lived, for his head had honked the horn as he nodded to sleep.
But the horn honked and brought him from the deep.
As he woke he swerved amongst sheep, you see, he was way off the road, in a paddock, you know, he cut a track about six inches deep.
He somehow got back onto the road,
Though left a trail where his green coolant flowed,
The car overheated, the man cursed it, and yielded his car to the left of road.
And, in the heat of the moment,
he missed, his eye fixed on the job now at hand.
A leaking pipe fixed and a little coolant mixed with some water he'd kept close at hand.
It was then that he saw in the ditch on the floor the poor fellow, who was almost gone.
He looked very fallow and his eyes too were hollow,
Though the sparkle of life still shone on.
I'll help you dear sir,
Thought the man as the cogs in his mind and his heart were a-stir.
I know just the place, you can rest, and can taste of true life on this earth where we are.
The dear old cobber sought his strength as he hobbled, eventually got the man in.
He started the car, it's true, they didn't drive far,
And it looked like the poor man might win.
He awoke the next week,
Feeling refreshed, all he needed or wanted, he needed not seek.
A sweet smell in the air, lingered, his body was rested,
and lying on a comfortable bed.
It was then that this man would indeed understand that his saviour from last week was gone.
Left some money to buy anything he might need and enough for him if he stayed on.
(This is my re-adapted version of Jesus' parable, see Luke 10:25-37 New International Version (NIV)
The Parable of the Good Samaritan). Let me know what you think!
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