Wednesday, August 09, 2006

#108: August 9, 2006

He never would slow down for ambulances,
Ignoring their sirens, lights blue and red,
Denying many dying folk their chances.
"The dying would not stop for me," he said.

He never gave a penny to a beggar;
For homeless folks he had no empathy.
He gave no food nor alms, however meager,
And asked, "What have those beggars done for me?"

And on his deathbed, in his final blindness,
He muttered curses with his dying breath.
"Why should I show my fellow man a kindness?"
He gasped. "Nobody cares about my death."

They covered his face and then put out the light,
And all agreed the old man had been right.

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