Fell Poem by Randy McClave

On the ground I had fell
I began to scream and yell,
But, no one had heard my plea
When on the ground I had busted my knee.
No one came to my side
When I had bruised and tore my hide,
There was no nursing done there
No one did listen, or did care.
For help I then again cried
But, no one came running to my side,
So, I sadly let out a soft saddened moan
I was all alone.
I then walked home with a limp
Everyone looked at me as if I were a wimp,
While spilling a few drops of my blood
After I had fell with a hard thud.
I have been bruised and cut many times before
Which had left many scars and a sore,
But, I have always stood up and walked away
As, I have done today.
Now with a lonesome tear in my eye
But, not from pain, and only God knows why,
A sadness started, and I then felt unwell
I always helped, when someone else had fell.

Randy L. McClave