Uncommon

i saw a child crying at a railway station

once while waiting for a train

his little eyes screwed up teary and tight

as he stood there just him alone and in the rain

no-one paid him any attention at all

bawling his eyes out by the platform ledge

it was like everyone else was completely oblivious

didn't notice him so alone, so close to the edge

i started to move towards the child reflex like

and now you are not going to believe what i say

a scruffy young punk bloke that was there

walked to the kid crouched down, asked him his name

the poor little kid was really hesitant at first

he just stood there and soul piercingly cried

the young punk punk knelt there and patiently listened

as the kids tears and fears ever so slowly dried

i could hear from where i stood, the young punk asked

"i'm Stevo, have you got a name?"

the kid snuffled a stray tear, cracked half a smile

and mumbled something that sounded the same

the kid was now with in arms reach (almost out of harms way)

still nameless, lost all alone in this jungle this wild

the punk looked up and down the platform

looking out lost for a mother out looking for a lost child

how does this even happen

how the fuck do you lose a kid?

it's something that just shouldn't happen

but it does and it has it just did

the young punk wore a really old HGFS/FOI shirt

doc martens ripped jeans, a safety pin in his ear

he has managed to get the kid to stop crying

and is letting him wipe dry and tissue his tears

of all the people to stop this day

it's something you would never see

it had a faint feel of almost surreal

the message that i got this day has not been lost on me

appearances can be very deceitful

there is simply no way you can tell

this young scruffy bugger had a heart of pure gold

and he was real good with kids as well

he continued to converse with the kid

his dulcet tones putting him at a relative ease

i saw the kid smile and point a couple of times

well that's a positive sign at least

he was able to coax the kid onto a platform seat

when a lady came screaming down the way

she glared at us and grabbed the kid by the wrist

with a huff turned around, and dragged him away

a scruffy young punk possibly saved a kid from a train

didn't even get a thank you, nor a smile, not even a nod

this life it gives and takes with no reason or rhyme

obliquely random, strange and odd

i walked over and offered my hand after all the noised settled down

"You know you saved that kids life don't you!" i said

he got a funny little look in his eye, a slight coy smile rounded his lips

he mumbled to me "looked like my little bro when he was younger"

he just turned and walked away into the pedestrian tunnel

i watched him slowly blend into the crowd and fade away

super heroes don't always wear their undies over their pants

...cause you just don't get to see that every day