An Injured Dog

The dog seemed injured, moved but limped; it hurt to see him walk! As cars drove by on either side, the center's curb too much (It seemed) with injury to scale, he'd try, but then he'd balk, His left front limb, I ascertained, looked tender to the touch. With traffic on this four-lane road, it'd be a trick to stop, First thought to block the leftmost lane we shared (to create space) As I drove past still looking back, I wished I was a cop, Then noticed folks who'd parked, left cars, to rescue him no race! I'm not the one who saved the dog, nor can I end this tale By telling you the dog survived, but trust he had a chance. Though I drove on, paused long enough, I feel I didn't fail! As life goes on, I'm sure I’ll find a 'friend' to give a dance. Brian Johnston 28th of April of 2019 Poet's Note: Being a 'Good Samaritan' does not mean, I think, that we have to help everyone we see in need of help. Indeed, to try this (we all feel a need for help in one way or another) would likely put the whole human race in paralysis. Staying as healthy as is reasonably possible should always be a high priority! I like to think that a good night’s sleep is as important to my soul's health as my faith that God is real. Decisions get made, some good, some not so good, but whatever the consequence, what serves best is to learn your lessons and to keep moving! Listen to what God says to your heart! No one earns salvation! If a scammer’s lie means an investment's for naught, learn what you can, and let it go! A desire to help others will not wreck anyone’s reputation though some may impune their intention! Don’t let a scammer’s sin reduce your desire to have a positive impact in another's life. Even professional venture capitalists consider themselves lucky if one investment in ten winds up really giving them a high return. Some people may think I am insane, that other poets are insane as well for leaving poetry in their wake! Do you think this poem is a vain attempt to seek fame, to gain a fool's immortality? Let me not say here that I know the truth! We all have different talents from God. My poem not graced to touch your heart, or give even a fleeting glimpse of the love you need in your situation, but dear brother or sister, I ask you to consider the possibility at least, that every poem ever written on God's green earth, is a poet stopping his car FOR YOU, and NOT passing you by! I suggest that my poetry, this poem, in particular, is actual evidence of my loving you. It is my prayer to God that a few will find it of some value!