PASS AM FORWARD
One evening as the daylight slowly died, I drove a lonely bush road far and wide. My fuel ran dry; the engine gave a sigh, Then all at once my hopes seemed set to die. An hour passed, and worry gripped my mind, I searched the road but no one could I find. Then from behind, a dusty cab drew near, A dirty looking driver stepped to ease my fear He brought a red keg, no word, no fuss, poured hope right back into my engine’s rust. “Let me pay,” I said, hand on my cash. He smiled and shook his head with a flash. “Eighteen years back, same lonely track, my wife in labor, no way to turn back. A stranger stopped, filled my tank for free, said just three words and drove from me: "Pass am forward". That’s all he gave. So now I give, so you could be saved.” He left in dust, I drove in thought, one keg of fuel, so much it wrought. A chain unbroken, link to link, from hospital run to my gasping blink. A stranger saved a family long ago, That rescued man then helped another grow. And now the torch has landed in my hand, To help another traveller when they stand.
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