A stranger tried to revive her but to
no avail
A stranger stopped to help but all
efforts failed
Surrounded by people and yet so
alone
She had no place to go no place
to call home
Looking up into a strangers face her
life slipping away
She reached out a trembling hand will
you a few moments
stay
There was no one there but a stranger
no one else to care
No family or friend only a stranger
to wipe away tears
She had lived surrounded by people but
only a stranger to watch
her die
Many people seen her the same looked
and walked
on by
It was just a moment so brief in the
strangers life
From her bleeding body he gently
removed the knife
Wonderful stranger and wonderful poem shared really. Very wisely drafted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A victim of violence, dying alone, is very sad. A wonderfully written poem. BTW, you should NEVER remove the knife. First, it hurts more coming out than going in. Second, it can damage evidence. And third and most important, removing the knife can make the bleeding much worse, resulting in death that medical first responders may otherwise be able to save.