I heard the shot and turned around
the old man fell down on the ground.
I ran over to where he fell.
His soul bound for heaven or hell.
His open wound profusely bled.
I looked at him and softly said,
"Is there anything I can do."
"Listen to what I'm telling you."
I gently lifted up his head,
And listened to the things he said .
"I have a bullet in my gut,
and I know my number is up"
On to each of his words I clung
"I am old but you are still young,
and my house needs urgent repairs.
Can you fix the floorboards and stairs;
the walls could do with a soundproof
and replace those tiles on the roof.
Can you finish that concrete edge,
around the rose bed and the hedge?
I've wanted to do that for years."
My eyes held back a well of tears,
"Sure old man I'll do that for you "
His time to go was drawing near .
Then I felt his breath disappear

 

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 by Paul F. McCann

Originally Posted On Site: 2008-06-05 01:08:03
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