This morning a poor lady got hit by a speeding taxi,
just as she was about to cross the zebra lines.
She fell on the ground, unconscious.
People ran to check on her,
and to snap the license plate number.
A samaritan woman tried a CPR,
while others called nine-one-one.
The driver stayed at the scene.
Soon came an ambulance,
and four or five police cars.
The driver stood there confused,
or totally shocked.
It was his fault;
he had a red light.
She was rushed to a hospital.
I hope she is now stable.
Oh, Yellow Cabs, why speed like hell?!
Before I witnessed the accident,
I was contemplating about my fate.
And when I saw what happened
as the poor lady hit the ground,
experience taught me once again
that I could easily be gone,
soon to be forgotten!
So I told myself,
or told my life:
Screw your courage to the sticking place,*
and cherish your temporary existence!