Old and Alone
I saw him stumble and fall,
all alone there he lay.
No one answering his beckoning call,
"Help me! Please help me!" he did say.
As he reached up to me
I saw his torn bleeding hand.
A scared old man, I did see,
lying in the mud, bleeding, crying, unable to stand.
I asked if I could get him medical care.
"No! No!" He cried. "Just take me home.
I've got no money, life has been quite unfair.
My wife and son are dead...I am all alone."
Sirens howling, lights flashing, help soon arrived.
A crowd gathered around to see if the old man was alive.
As tears streamed down his face he said,
"Please help me off this cold wet ground."
As they loaded him into the emergency van,
he pleaded, "I will be fine
I am just a worn out broken down old man.
I have been on this earth since 1899.
a good heart is beyond all measure...your love and compassion are right at the fore. In admiration,
John
I commend you for helping this old man.I wish everybody in this world would be as more gracious,helpful and thoughtful as you are.Take good care of yourself
Edwin
This is a very touching poem and so sad. Sometimes we tend to forget our elderly who need our help.
Mary
God bless you!
Sandie Angel :o)