Hero

This is something that happened a while ago. It just popped into my head earlier and I wanted to write about it.

Happy and giggling
In the frozen rain
We bound down the cobbled path
Earphones... hoodies... skateboards...

Bypass a decrepit old man
Who's clutching his walkingstick
And shaking his head
But smiling.

The elder's hand goes to his chest.
Clutching... grasping... gasping...
A strangled plead for help.

Me and Jack double back
And that's not meant to rhyme
Catch him before he falls
Lowered onto the wet floor
Our louder pleas for help.

A farmer's cap,
Stereotypically,
Falls from his head
Into a puddle
And in a moment of idiocy
I scramble to save it.

Our crowd is back
A phone is out
Ambulance... police... firemen...
Anything.

Help.

Old and crooked
He doesn't last
But me and Jack
We stay
Until the last signs
Of the ambulance have gone
And I'm left holding the cap.

The crowd has since disbanded
Gone to the original destination
Of our favourite fish n' chips
And we follow
Numbly.

Tinkle of a bell
And we're inside
Soaking wet
Eyes like deer's
In headlights.

Clap

Clap

Clap

Clap
Clap
Clap
Clap

We're being applauded
Like Hero's
Who've done some sort of good
But I turn to Jack
And see the look in his eyes
That must be reflected in mine

And know we've done no good at all.

Heros my hole.

Guilt.

And I still have that cap.



 

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