Bumped His Head

An old man walking up the steps Fell down and hit his head. We ran to help him, fearing he Was hurt or maybe dead. This happened leading to the park, The ground as hard as stone, Material to crack your skull Or maybe break a bone. The man sat up quite slowly; There was blood upon his hair. We said we’d call an ambulance; He’d suffered quite a scare. But he refused; we helped him up, Repeating we could call, For he should see a doctor After such a nasty fall. He shook his head; I’m 86 And I will be okay. We watched him as he climbed the stairs And slowly walked away. He might have a concussion And perhaps made a mistake But the ultimate decision Wasn’t one for us to make.