Does it sound like a poem?

as i remember.....

it's the scene, a scene where i saw an old man,

bringing his bicycle and walk slowly towards a house

the house that make an open house..

and i was there...

watching him try an effort to move the bicycle..

he looks pitiful, with the cloth, the little energy, and the slow movement..

i can't stand it but i could not help...

with sorrowful heart and the hopeless me

i just watch like the feet just been locked.....

there is nothing i do to help him out..

but,

then,

come a calm young man walking towards him,

calmly ask and was looking forward if he can do something for him...

i'm so touched and grateful...

what a gentlemen that so concerned about that old man...

thanks to Allah for sending him to help the man,...and help me to help the man...

May Allah bless him always...