The tearing of metal, the breaking of glass.
It was not time for me to pass.
I was wounded, I was torn.
I needed help to be re-born.
I felt humble in the blink of an eye.
The hand of fate decides if you live or die.
I was helped by strangers and by friends.
My thanks to all, your compassion mends.
All through life we are in danger,
From when it began, in a faraway manger.
We look around, things seem unfair,
There are many 'whys' from Him up there.
My thanks for another chance in life.
The prayers were answered for my wife.
To all of you feeling past repair
You are not alone, someone does care.
Arnold Harrison
Manchester Road West
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