A brief Stint

Summary

A person reflects on a brief encounter with a less fortunate individual on a snowy day, which leads to a small act of kindness.

Abstract

The narrative unfolds with the author enjoying a warm coffee on a cold, snowy day, initially oblivious to the plight of a homeless man. As the author sips coffee in the comfort of their office, they can't help but think about the man braving the cold. This prompts a change of heart, leading the author to return and offer the man food and warmth. The act of kindness is met with a silent gratitude, and the author walks away with a sense of fulfillment.

Opinions

The author initially ignores the homeless man, suggesting an initial indifference to the plight of the less fortunate.
There is a sense of empathy that grows within the author as they reflect on the man's situation while enjoying their own comfort.
The author's decision to return and help the man indicates a belief in the importance of compassion and human connection.
The silent gratitude from the man emphasizes the impact of small acts of kindness and the unspoken bond they can create.
The author seems to find personal satisfaction in helping others, as evidenced by the warmth felt after the interaction.

A brief Stint

A Ballad

My coffee was hot, my hands began to warm, My strides became careful, as I exited the shop, Looked up at the sky, was ladened with heavy snow, Looked down at my side, aware of my longing eyes filling hope.

Ignoring, kept on walking, leaving that memory behind, Sat down in my chair, my office nearby, Sipped down my coffee, thinking of that less fortunate man, The warmth of my coffee began to leave my hand.

Snow fell covered hair, frost-tipped eyelashes, Cheeks turned red, and lips blue, Thoughts of a reprieve, for some change, granted from nature, ignored while standing in the cold, ooh!

Mind returned unsettled, I backtracked, Him standing there, tall and slim, End of the day, returned for a coffee and a meal packed, This time it was for him.

I caught a light, a gleam within his eyes, lips pursed a quiet thank you, He rushed by in his cottage, sat next to the hearth, Reached for the cup and gulped down his stew, I walked back to my car, heart filled with warmth.

Thank you for reading.