Strange says a stranger walking past one day.
He said it twice and looked away.
The same man passes on the second day.
He was set up to speak but chose to walk away.
The third day the man stared at me in vain
and before he could speak, he slips off his cane.
Has a stroke and without hope,
falls down on park lane.
As I approached to help
he whispered and said,
my cards have been dealt.
Then he pulls out a picture of a kid
and says I messed up…
I could see what he was implying,
as the kid’s face resembled mine.
The medics arrive and not to my surprise,
they paid his fading heart no mind.
No attempt to revive this man
with no sense of time.
He’s gone my dear the medic says.
Shaking my head I looked and said,
I fear he was never here.
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