11 Mar

“‘Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.” ~William Shakespeare


The other day while I was on
My way to work from lunch
I heard a rattle, bump, and thump
A kick, a knock and crunch

I saw a man stuck in the street
He sat in a wheelchair
On one foot, a cast and soon
I was also aware

That only one of his arms worked
The other sat in lap
With only one foot and one arm
He struggled in his trap

My mind said “time to go to work
Your break is almost done”
It would have been quite easy to
Ignore this man and shun

But something else in my body
Said, “Make the time to aid”
My throbbing shoulder, neck and knees
Caused my path to be swayed

I walked over to this man and
I pushed his chair up past
The curb on which he was stuck and
He replied very fast

“Oh thanks so much, you don’t have to
I don’t mean to annoy”
“Not at all,” I replied back
“To serve brings me great joy”

He thanked me once again and then
With one foot and one hand
Tried to wobble down sidewalk
And move across the land

My mind said “Now get back to work
Your time is almost through”
I started walking back towards
The building where I do

The things that help me pay my bills
My rent, my water, food
I glanced back at the wheelchair man
And suddenly felt rude

I walked back up to him and asked
“Where are you going, friend?
You look like you could use a hand
And I’ve got two to lend”

“Oh, thank you,” he said with smile
“But you need not do that
You’ve helped enough, I can get by”
And warmly tipped his hat

I looked around at other folks
Who passed by on the street
Rushing to get out of rain
Into some place with heat

“No I haven’t,” I replied
And took hold of his chair
“I don’t believe we do enough
To show that we do care”

“Aw, thanks so much,” he warmly said
“But I’m going three blocks”
“Not a problem,” I replied
“I like going for walks”

As I pushed this man along
We chatted of his pains
He said he’d had a stroke and now
One arm and leg remains

He said when it had happened, some
Had walked by and ignored
He said he saw some curtains close
‘Cause some could not afford

The time to aid, or discomfort
To help bear his ordeal
Luckily for him, three young
Warriors did reveal

They called an ambulance and stayed
Beside him ‘till it came
I’m sure their selflessness only
Served to bring others shame

As I pushed this man along
I was struck by his peace
His situation had not made
His attitude decrease

The ugliness and selfishness
That he had just endured
Had not awakened same in him
His own had not been stirred

“People just don’t have the time
And that’s okay with me”
He said, but I smiled and replied
“I’ll have to disagree”

“We have the time but think we don’t
We can do so much more
The trouble is most people don’t
Request it or implore

And very few of us do have
The voice inside our heart
That says ‘Try harder,’ ‘Go the extra
Mile,’ ‘Stand apart’

And so we must sometimes ask them
To do what they know’s right
So as to remind them of
Their selflessness and might”

We reached the store and he got up
And hobbled on one foot
I asked him if he needed help
Or if I should stay put

He said, “Oh, thanks but I’m okay
I can manage from here
Thanks so much for all your help
It is to me quite dear”

“Not all all,” I said to him
“It’s my duty to serve
Never be afraid to ask
For help that you deserve”

As I walked back to my job
I saw somebody who
Saw me pushing Darren and
He frowned because he knew

That he could have helped Darren too
But business had stopped him
Or maybe it was ‘cause Darren’s
Current health was quite grim

And he did not want to be near
Someone who suffered so
Ironic that instead of dread
Darren emitted glow

The strength and courage and the grace
Of a true Warrior
A man who wouldn’t let a stroke
Discourage or deter

As this stranger rushed off with
His shame, I slowed my walk
I cleared my mind and ignored the
Warnings of ticking clock

Eventually I got back to
My office and resumed
The time I took help Darren
Had not made my job doomed

Because when you do maintain right
When you do what you should
When you stop thinking of yourself
And for others do good

There is no clock or deadline that
Can threaten peace of mind
To serve others less fortunate
Is for what we’re designed

The Warrior’s most fortunate
For they have conquered fear
And so it’s up to them to serve
When hardships do appear


14 Responses to “Darren”

  1. Cat Forsley March 11, 2012 at 10:00 am #


  2. lscotthoughts March 11, 2012 at 10:24 am #

    Miro, this one brought tears; just the idea of people not “taking” the time to help others is inexcusable. I’m repeating myself, but we all claim to be busy, but “taking the time” is the key. This is a beautiful reminder…thank you!

  3. Sue Dreamwalker March 11, 2012 at 11:29 am #

    What a brilliant act of kindness Miro.. Oh I so wish there were thousands more souls like yourself who would just look-up and see and help.. You said it all within your words here Miro.. People rush about ruled by a clock or think it beneath them to help a stranger in need… I see it so often.. I waited with a man who couldn’t see very well at the Bus station the other day,, I was out travelling helping in my own job getting a lady used to using public transport again after Mental health problems.. This gentleman couldn’t see the bus numbers or which bay it arrived in.. I waited after asking the lady I support if she didn’t mind waiting while we settled him on the bus.. She was also delighted as she went home to tell everyone she had also helped someone on a bus that day too..
    A little helping hand sometimes goes a long way.. Thank you for sharing this with us and brilliantly put together Miro..

  4. mountainmae March 11, 2012 at 11:30 am #

    We need each other so – the more Love we give, the more we have. I wonder how helping those around us has fallen out of peoples mindset. I feel encouraged reading your poem today and just knowing you are out there being your shining self.

  5. Julie Catherine March 11, 2012 at 11:59 am #

    Bless you, Miro, for this brought tears to my eyes also. I am so fortunate that I am not in a wheelchair yet, but I have a great deal of difficulty walking even short distances, especially if I have to carry something as well – perhaps living in such a tiny town I am blessed that there are a few people here who have kind hearts and who are willing to take time from their own busy days to help me out sometimes. It’s a very few, but it is enough to warm my heart. Darren is right that people who are disabled often feel like a burden, and we don’t want to be a bother to others. But I’ve also learned that being disabled does not mean we need to live without sunshine and love in our hearts, or to live without gratitude for the blessings we do have. This poem really resonated with me – and we are all indebted to you for your warrior’s heart and simple gift of humanity to yourself and others. Thank you so much, you also made me smile today, and that is also a blessing. ~ Julie

  6. ansuyo March 11, 2012 at 2:11 pm #

    Awesome! Angie

  7. Christy Birmingham March 11, 2012 at 2:31 pm #

    Oh Miro. Like Julie, I have also cried as I read this. You make Darren so personal and so close. You help put helping others into perspective. It really is the relationships with others that matter most and helping one another is so important. You are sincere and genuine, you are such a person to admire. xx

  8. dontchawannadream March 11, 2012 at 5:08 pm #

    What a beautiful & moving poem.
    Thanks for sharing your story.

  9. poeticjourney March 11, 2012 at 11:41 pm #

    Such beautiful and heartbreaking poem! God Bless

    Thank You for sharing

  10. Savira March 12, 2012 at 9:11 am #

    Powerful indeed…

  11. granbee March 12, 2012 at 1:10 pm #

    Serving others serves HIM, as you are well aware, dear Miro! Therefore, what an enormous honor. You wrote so very well about how doing the right things somehow pushes the clocks and the to-do lists aside and makes room for kindness, compassion, service! Wonderful!

  12. Miro March 12, 2012 at 1:53 pm #

    Thank you all for your heartfelt comments, I’m glad to hear some tears were shed reading this. That’s your innate truth telling you to do what you know is right.
    Peace & grace,

  13. pbus1 March 14, 2012 at 5:33 am #

    Peace and grace to you my friend. Your warrior spirit prevailed in the end. And now you have found a dear new friend. This poem touched my heart. The reality of it was so very relevant! God bless you!


  14. Jessie Jeanine March 17, 2012 at 7:02 pm #

    This is such an incredible poem and very well done ~ it brought tears to my eyes as well. Thank you for writing with such transparency and conviction from your heart to to ours. God bless you!

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