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The Giant Wheel
By the street a cripple sat,
Bony arms outstretched.
Covered with filth, yes, the wretch
Is treated worse than dogs and cats.
Each day he faces abuses and kicks,
Endures cold, rain, hunger and getting sick.
One day, it all stops and he passes away,
And the giant wheel spins, still happy and gay…
Full of laughter, the little girl ran,
Prettier than a doll,
In her hand there’s a ball.
It slips, and she follows as fast as she can,
Unknowing, unconscious of the doom, not far --
Didn’t hear the horn, and was hit by the car.
Horror still in her eyes, lifeless she lay,
And the giant wheel spins, still happy and gay…
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This piece was written after the death of a close friend, when i realised how vulnerable life is.