When I feel lost and in pain, I think of the armless man
who came into my café he needed a pee badly
Everyone looked up to the ceiling I had hoped a nurse
would stand up, where are the nurses when one needs one.
I`m no hero, but I helped and since he was armless
I washed my hands.
Later I gave him a coffee which he drank with a straw,
they were going to fit him with artificial arms, he wore
his belongings in a rucksack and he smiled to everyone
as bodily dared people often do who wants to help them
I hoped he would leave before he needed to evacuate,
but I should have asked him why he travelled alone.
Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016
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