It wasn’t an emergency

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It wasn’t an emergency on Friday, June 10, in Whitburn, but, really, can strangers be so kind?

It wasn’t an emergency while cycling, I probably winded myself that’s all.

It wasn’t an emergency just the kids forgot some things once more.

It wasn’t an emergency but the bike and myself said ‘good bye’ at some time.

It was actually like TV, that’s it , just TV, change the channel in a minute and all will be fine.

It wasn’t an emergency, I thought, but I did kiss the ground with my chest then my head.

It wasn’t an emergency in Whitburn so why is the bicycle wheel still on my back?

It wasn’t an emergency in Whitburn so why is one side of my chest so sore?

Now on the Tarmac through my helmet I hear: ‘Ambulance, please, ambulance’ but who is it for?

My back is supported with something rolled up, my head is supported by something so soft.

It was an emergency in Whitburn and total strangers answered the call.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I just have lots of bruises, and I am very relieved – thank you

John Law