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Trip, Fell… and Bled
As I was walking to the station
Yesterday
I saw an old lady – trip and fall
She tripped and she fell
She fell – her head bled
For a second so did my heart
But I was getting late for the train…
I said to myself;
“You don’t have time to stop and to stare”
But I wanted to see if she was all right – at least still alive
I hated myself
I walked away
But turned around…
I scolded myself;
“You don’t have time to live…
If you don’t have time to care.”
