Hurry

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I work on an ambulance and I see many a sad thing. Sometimes we just can't put humpty-dumpty back together again. Take care of yourselves people. Buckle-up and take care of yourselves.

Hurry

Hurry

Hurry, hurry, hurry,
life is running out.
Pieces of your world
lie scattered all about.

Hurry, hurry, hurry,
life is running out.
Baby's small pink shoe,
bits of broken glass.
Photos on the roadway...
scattered in the grass.

Hurry, hurry, hurry,
life is running out.
Rescue's harsh shrill scream...
people all about.

Hurry, hurry, hurry,
life is running out.
Blood and pain and gore.
It's getting hard to remember
what the rush was for.

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BigDaddyCash commented on Hurry

11-18-2009

Your commentary was heartfelt but I can't comment on your words. I'll have to rely on PenSatz's comment.

PenCatz commented on Hurry

10-23-2009

That is so true. Everyone is just trying to hurry. You have a gift Pen

ciegee

10/23/2009

Thanks, friend.

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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