Fell

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