I was walking on the walk path,
I saw an old man across the road,
pushing his old rusty,
with a big old metal box behind,
He was an ice-cream seller.
The ice-cream he sold,
was no Häagen-Dazs or Baskin Robin.
But it was a living.
He sat down beside the covered pathway,
and took out an old rugged cloth,
to wipe the sweat on around his neck.
I ran across the street,
with the little money that i had in my wallet,
i choose the most expensive there is,
but it only costed RM1.50.
He opened the old metal box,
and scooped the ice-cream into a paper cup.
One scoop, two scoop, three scoop, four scoop,
five scoop, six scoop, seven scoop,
He wasn't stingy.
I handed him Rm1.50,
and he handed me the cup,
I gave thanks and he did too.
Passers-by looked on as they went on their way to have their dinner,
The reason i bought from him,
is not that i pitied or sympathized him,
But because he deserved it.
PS: Hope you don't misinterpret the it
