Empty Hand

On the run, I saw an old man.
Without help he could not stand.
He looked like he’d die.
I ran, passed right by.
I did not stop or give my hand.

Crossing the street, I’m an old man.
My legs staggered, I could not stand.
Cars came, thought I’d die.
Boy glanced, ran right by.
I stopped my heart, my empty hand.

 

Empty Hand

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