Helping Hand

When one has fallen,
The rest walk by,
Never noticing,
The one who is no more,
Memories gone.
Fading into the black depths of death.
No longer thought about,
And no longer remembered.

Everyday we walk our own ways,
Doing our own tasks,
Never offering to lend a hand,
When it is most needed.

You never know,
If leaving a person be,
Could end their lives.