Bumped His Head
By Ilene Bauer
An old man walking up the steps
Fell down and hit his head.
We ran to help him, fearing he
Was hurt or maybe dead.
This happened leading to the park,
The ground as hard as stone,
Material to crack your skull
Or maybe break a bone.
The man sat up quite slowly;
There was blood upon his hair.
We said we’d call an ambulance;
He’d suffered quite a scare.
But he refused; we helped him up,
Repeating we could call,
For he should see a doctor
After such a nasty fall.
He shook his head; I’m 86
And I will be okay.
We watched him as he climbed the stairs
And slowly walked away.
He might have a concussion
And perhaps made a mistake
But the ultimate decision
Wasn’t one for us to make.
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