Change of Perspective

Yesterday I met a man in a queue in a supermarket. He ended up telling me of how he was attacked and stabbed in the North of Ireland when he was 17. It really helped me to appreciate what I have.

Seventeen, young and clean

In the midst of a world of war

Unaware of the cruelty it can be

And the pain to be bore

Surrounded by despair and hate

Trying to live a normal life

Go to work at half past eight

To be stabbed by a knife

Your own colleagues at work

Point you out for uncommitted crimes

Your head, they jerk

You notice how the knife shines

They leave you in a dead slumber

A vision of broken and blood

To become another number

Of the deaths in this flood

Your life miraculously saved

You up your life and leave

The scars refuse to fade

Friends and family you grieve

Many happy years on

You share your life changing tale

With a young girl who seemed gone

Broken, fragile and frail

You left her with one thought

To live each day as it comes

Feeling and joy is what you brought

Thank you for taking me from feelings of numb