Accident
(c. 1960)
And when I heard, I didn’t mind;
I was far from home in foreign places.
Compassion there was hard to find,
Away from the familiar faces.
The people in our street were shocked,
But I couldn’t feel her parents’ sorrow.
The door to my heart was firmly locked,
It seemed unreal, as each tomorrow.
A screech of brakes, a wheel stained red;
Beginning life, no more to be.
Where may the path she trod have led?
A loving wife? Perhaps for me?
Beneath the ground her body lies.
No more for her our hopes, our fears.
And yet I found that to my eyes
There came for her no bitter tears.
Douglas Hawley
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