Worth
I know and understand why you're crying over there
With scratches on your knees and your hair making a mess
I can see you are afraid 'cause of all the people's glare
After all, this truly is complete chaos and distress.
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But your mom is now with you, holding hands with so much love
I can tell you will be fine; if you wait 'til you get home
This will be another story, maybe written from above
And again, I feel sorry that you lost your ice cream cone.
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Me? I'm still clipped by the car after pushing you off the road
Barely feeling any pain as my last breaths try to stay
"It Was Worth It", I lowly say, as I give my final thought:
I would do it all the same, any time, any day.
About the Creator
Alex Torres
Started writing short stories back in 1988 at work, when I had an empty page to fill for the employee's internal magazine. Taking the pen again after a 30 year-long hiatus, exploring where it takes me this time.


Comments (1)
This is a poem about self-sacrifice and the great value of compassion. It’s the first time I see such depth in a poem and so much sensitivity. You are a direct and penetrating creator. Always remember: the good always find their justice. :))