This Little Fellow

There was this little fellow;
Who wandered by my side;
his hair was tan and yellow;
He asked me for a ride;

I answered without thinking;
as i often do;
I picked him up to carry;
What's another mile or two?

We spoke of nothing specific;
just journeyed on our way;
stopped for some refreshment;
then rested for the day.

I awakened the next morning;
to see him waiting there;
I said to him that i am sorry;
he said he had time to spare;

We started early morning;
with no urgency;
i asked which way to go;
he said it matters not to me;

I was somewhat puzzled;
or so it seemed;
he could have chose another;
and our journey would have never been.

Take in all the chances;
to share and lend a hand;
although unsure of our direction;
we can certainly be a friend.