before angels read out my name

HAD I STUMBLED ON TAR

One missed step,

I was down,

Soaked wet,

My screams alerted a stranger,

He came huffing across the main road.

Walking home after a hard days work—

Is no child’s play.

I could feel the warmth of blood,

Oozing from a cut on one of my knees,

The grip of a human’s hand,

A voice echoing,

I had just got off the taxi,

Criscrossing the road is fatal,

I was lucky I tripped and fell—

On a pavement.

Had  I stumbled on tar,

Unfortunate things could have happened,

Could have gone to heavenly Father—

Before angels read out my name.

 

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