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.