As I begin my usual walk, a teenage boy is standing there <br />I try not to catch his glance and I know I must not stare. <br />He has an evil look in his eyes, or maybe it's just fear <br />or is his young head the victim of, too much under age beer. <br />I quickly walk past him, feeling too old to risk a fight <br />I don't suppose he will bother me, but maybe he just might. <br /> <br />Now I'm further into my walk and a little out of breath <br />as two hooded boys, come towards me on my left. <br />“Did you know you've dropped something, ” I hear them shout <br />and I nervously check my pocket, finding my wallet has fallen out. <br />One of them quickly grabs my wallet and hands it back to me <br />and I feel a little ashamed, to have doubted their honesty. <br /> <br />Now as I walk across the park, an old lady is ahead of me <br />a refined looking couple are talking to her, under the old oak tree. <br />Suddenly the couple are running away, the old lady is on the floor <br />her face is cut and her bag has gone, she says it has happened before. <br />I can't believe what I have seen and I take care of her like I must, <br />as I think to myself how hard it can be, to know who you can trust.<br /><br />Tim Kitchen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-can-you-trust/
