Mary Street Poem by Adrian Taheny

I fell on Mary Street today,
But all is well. I am ok.
The ground was rough and very wet,
Without that child, I’d be there yet.

Funny now how people are,
Moving quickly near and far.
“Can’t be late, I have to dash,
Don’t you know that time is cash”.

Long ago when things were grand,
We had the time to lend a hand.
Work was done with time to spare.
Does time get shorter every year?

Lying down on Mary Street,
Seeing only passing feet,
Hearing only muffled voices,
“Poor old drunk. Made bad choices”.

“Are you ok? A little sound.
A helping hand, I left the ground.
A worried look on anxious Mum.
My pride restored. A “thank you son”.

Being old is not so great,
No one cares about your fate.
But what they miss or think of rarely,
At current speeds, they’ll get there early.