The Glass Jug

The Glass Jug

I picked up my jotter pen

And signed the register of attendance

A young boy with gait quite confident,

Approached me with an empty glass jug in hand,

And asked me, “I need to wash my hand,

Can you lead me to the water tap, gentleman.”

Looking at the empty glass jug in the lad’s hand

I frowned at the busy shop attendant,

And led the lad to the corner of the shop

To pour water from a can into the jug.

The lad politely asked me for the glass jug,

“Gentleman, I will use it responsibly.” He said.

I refused and poured water on his hands instead.

“Boy, you see, the jug is made of glass.” I said.

Smiling, he thanked me and left the shop.

I carefully placed the glass jug on a table

And quietly returned to my post;

To stack the Attendance, Complaint,

Suggestion and Visitors’ Register books

At my, the guard’s desk top.