Sad but true
Riding my bike, in delight,
I had to stop, at a red light.
I saw a man cross the street,
And in his hand, he carried a treat.
All of a sudden, the light turned green,
And all the others, just had to careen.
In the confusion, his packet slipped,
His food I saw scattered, as my eyes dipped.
There was nothing he could do, but look in dismay,
And I thought about him, all through the way.
Would he go hungry, would he buy some food?
Had I stopped and helped him, would have I been rude?