Strangers

"Hello."  I say

someone on the street 

"Good day"

sitting in the heat

underneath the shade 

made himself a retreat

"Do you need a place to stay?"

"Here, outside you'll overheat."

"This way."

"Let us go eat."

but he stayed

'cause my mom walked up, acting sweet

"Let's go.

Don't talk to him.

You know

what I told you, Tim"

'Don't talk to strangers.'

I reply.

'I know.'

But he needs help, though.

(Disclaimer, my name is NOT Tim.  This is fiction.)