I went to a store to get some bread

The weather was fine and not so wet

I looked to the other side of the street

I saw some children, all happy and sweet

They were playing, together and non-discrete

It was fun watching them play

All without fear and no dismay

And then it came to me

All of a sudden like thee:

I’ve got to get going!

Else I’ll be late!

So I kept going towards the store

Already returned back to my usual pace of walk

I wasn’t going to stop, nor would I halt!

But then: hey! What’s that?

I turned towards the origin of the shout

And I was shocked, to put it in fact

A crook was running, holding his unrighteous earned keep

Leaving only a screaming and quite angry shop keep

I just couldn’t leave that be!

A quick thought visited me

So i burst to full speed

Hoping to catch that petty no-good thief

I ran so fast, so very fast

That a few seconds later the burglar was already in my grasp

He didn’t struggle much, so it wasn’t hard to hold him

Then I decided that to finish this, he must unmask!

I reached out for his dark-red sick-looking bikers head-wear

Already thinking about his face being ugly and old

Oh my! The truth was different than I had foretold!

It was a small boy, barely out of his fourteen

Much like what I saw play before – some teens

I asked the boy: what were you thinking?

I just want to feed my family, he said like winking

Seeing that he’d only stolen a few lousy pennies

I wondered, whether it was worth all these messy messes

So I released him, not taking his loot

He stood for a second, looking at me like a galoot

Then he shot off, running like crazy

I turned around and saw the shop keep

Glaring towards me, his eyes angry and mind hazy

Why’d you do that? He asked

It was only a few cents that he stole, the rascal

I don’t care – now you’re a culprit!

Sod off, you annoying money vulture!

I walked away, ignoring the merchant’s screams

Though I could hear them a mile away

But were they real, or just in my head?

I didn’t care – with this I was quite fed

So that was the end of that – I just went home

While walking down the street, all sunk in contemplation and alone

I saw the playground I’ve seen before

It was empty, the back and the fore

I couldn’t help but speculate where had the children gone

The incident, the one that happened earlier today

Had changed my point of view for quite some time

And, after lots of long and boring walking

I entered my house, the door was creaky, roaring

As I laid onto my bed, I couldn’t help but think

That I still haven’t bought any bread

THE END