Sunday, June 15, 2008
Do Not Say Of Him
Do not say of him he's lucky for that would be a lie
Left on the roadway by a hit and run driver though he refused to die
Physically he is diminished he will never be the same
He walks with a visible limp condemned to live as lame.
Until the reaper takes him whenever that will be
The limp that he now carries will be visible for all to see
A self conscious man in his thirties the mental and physical pain
Of his horrific injuries till death with him will remain.
He or she was never apprehended the driver of the car that struck and knocked him down
As he walked home on the dark highway a half a mile east of the town
Yet he does not seem bitter in any sort of way
I must get on with living life he has been known to say.
Do not say of him he is lucky though he may well have died
One could hardly say that one with a limp did have luck on his side
Yet he does not feel bitter he says the past has gone
And he gets on with living life and he keeps keeping on.