Backstory: On my way to work, I passed so many tributes set up for those who died at specific locations. One was across from where I work. He died after he purchased a cup of coffee at a convenience store, as he crossed the road.
I wrote this out quickly as I played: Secrets by Dallas String Quartet, in the background. No edits.
Click to play this while you read.
Just Another Day
It was just another day
when I said my farewells
Hugged my family
as I left on my way
It was just another day
when I stopped in for coffee
Saying my friendly hellos
to those in & around
It was just another day
when the driver was too busy to see me
Distracted by other things
attention to what they deemed more important
It was just another day
when my body hit the road
My coffee falling to the concrete
my blood painting the ground
It was just another day
when I took my last breath
When I saw them
standing over me – murmuring, “I’m sorry”
It was just another day
my family mourned for me
and flowers were hung
at the site where I died
It was just another day
when they said their last farewells
another person dies
another loss for the world
And on this story goes
round and round endlessly
until we learn that no distraction
is worth the price paid by.. another
– Debbie Lyn Jones
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I really liked the repetition you used here, it accentuates the fact that things like this, sadly, do happen every day. I also think it was interesting to take the mans pov instead of a third party narrator, it makes the piece stronger.