Who would have thought?
Current mood: cold
Category: Writing and Poetry
While driving down the highway today, I saw a boy alone.
I pulled over to ask him if he needed a ride home.
He only looked nine or ten, as he stood there in a trance.
And when I asked him if he nedded help, he never changed his stance.
As i approached he stayed quite still, as if i wasnt there.
I waved my hand in fron of him, and still he only stared.
I wondered what was on his mind. What made him stand so still.
I could ask him what he is thinking of but i do not think he will.
I slowly moved around him to see if something had him scared.
And when i reached the other side i still saw nothing there.
Nothing but the tire that he had been looking at.
And when i moved toward him again, right on the ground he sat.
This puzzled me cause then at this point i had not had a clue.
Sould i call someone or leave him here? I knew not what to do.
I could not just leave him here so many miles from town.
It made no sence that he was here with no one else around.
Then all the sudden i saw the tears rolling from his eyes.
So then i figured that leaving him might not be to wise.
Yet with no response and no idea what had made him sad.
Did he walk , where is he from? Where is his mom and dad?
Just as i decided that i would just sit and wait.
Much to my suprise i heard the slamming of a gate.
I turned around as i could tell it came from across the street.
And just as quick as i turned round the boy was on his feet.
His face had changed now quite a bit, as if ready to fight.
The woman who came through that gate said "look out or he will bite!"
No sooner had she said those words the boy just ran away.
The woman said to let him be, and that was all she'd say.
So confused i was by now that i just had to leave it be.
And then the reason for this day i read later that week.
"look at this one, what a shame" exclaimed my brother Roy
The front page of the paper had the story of this boy.
As i started reading i could not belive my eyes.
The first thing that i had read was that the little boy had died.
Not only was his death quite to my dismay.
It shocked me more to find that he had died that very day.
The little boy was hit by a truck goin down that street.
And in the picture shown the trucks back tire upon the dead boys feet.
That dat that i had put aside for not knowing what to do.
I wondered if my lack of action meant that it was my fault too.
And also in that picture was the woman by the gate.
She told the story of this boy and his twisted fate.
"It started with his parents," were her first words out the door.
They died along that very highway where he stood before.
"It was a Thursday I do recall. Rifgt after it had rained.
The car had spun out of controll after it had hydroplained.
At first it spun then flipped and rolled, and yet it did not stop.
And next the car had caught on fire while spinning like a top.
When the car stopped moving there was a space where the boy could get through.
But as for that poor boys parents, there was nothing they could do.
The little boy heard their dieing screams before anyone reached the scene.
They thought the boy had died as well, he left before he coulda been seen.
He had returned one week later to sit there in dispair.
To sit alone and look at the tire that had been left there.
He would come back there every Thursday every single week.
And he would gaze in memory, and he would never speak.
As for those who got to close only meaning to do some good.
He would just turn and bite everyone he could......."
(I should have grabed him or not stopped at all) Is what i tell myself each day.
Either would have made this story go a diffrent way.
I am sorry this story goes no further, cause in my mind i see,
that little boy might still be living if not had been for me.
