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by Larry Chamberlin Dec 11, 2013 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
Aw, Jimmy, ya didn 'ave ta be the hero, now, 'n if'n it warnt fer t'others Ah'd hate ye fer what ye done. The pipes r callin yer nam sure as sound can travel to the other side where ye be and ye need to know Ah'm here. It's a cause o you, throwin yerself down when all else were scared 'n runnin' fer the hills. But thar Ah stood frozen in me tracks staring at the wee bomb rollin' like a rugby ball. But, Jimmy, ah Jimmy, ye plopped down like it were a sport and you expected a scrum. My fellow, my brother, ye saved me 'n a dozen more but Ah didn deserve it 'n Ah souldn be here no how. Ye see, when Ah saw ye fall Ah couldn think until yer blood sprayed me 'n Ah saw yer torn body. 'N what Ah thought then shall earn my place in hell fer what washed over me was "better him than me." _________________ Unpublished site challenge