Today, I ventured out alone
With loyal wrist-brace left at home;
On metro journey, next seat free
Sharp jolt and a man fell on me!
I felt his full weight - metro swayed
"Damn, not on injured wrist!", I prayed
He – shocked and unaware no doubt –
Looked anguished as I then cried out!
This brush with danger made me scared …
I looked around but no one cared;
The man soon on his feet again
Oblivious he’d caused me pain.
Conclusion: “brace-free” isn’t fun …
But luckily, no harm was done!
When I got up, I clung on fast;
Spared from brand-new plaster cast!
(c) Poet in the woods 2024
The STIB can get pretty crowded ...
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