Collapse by Byron Lim

Completed September 20, 2006

A true account just happened here in the office and I saw the person on the floor already. This experience motivated me to write this poem. It made me think of "What if I saw her while she was collapsing, what would I do?" Hope you'll really consider the question too.

My friend, I want to ask you a simple question, just something out of the blue.
"If you saw a person just collapsing in front of your eyes, what would you do?"

Honestly speaking, would you have helped that person yourself and just dive right through?
Or would you rather order some people to help maybe someone from your crew?

Would you be the one to call an ambulance even though you don’t have a clue?
Or would you be the first to leave and say to that person, “Bye-bye and adieu!”

Would you disperse the growing crowd and dare say to them a big “Go away! Shoo!”
Or would you call other people, even stay there to see an intriguing view?

Would you be the one to hold that person’s hand to encourage, comfort and coo?
Or would you still act and behave like that person is someone you never knew?

Would you go with that person to the hospital – something done by just a few?
Or would you continue what you’re doing because you’re afraid it’d go past due?

Would you go to the extent of praying for that person – a concern that’s true!
Or would you rather do things awaiting something in return or a thank you?

"If you saw a person just collapsing in front of your eyes, what would you do?"
My friend, please consider another question, “What if all these happen to you?”


Take it easy my friend... or you might collapse!

More To This Life! by Byron Lim

I am reposting some of my earlier works from my previous blog here as I feel it is still a big part of me that I want to share with you guys.

This first poem is my last post there. I feel it is just fitting to be the very first poem that I post here.

In my little space on earth, I try to live my best.
Yet many times I've failed and just went on like the rest.
I've worked and toiled and burned my brow so that I'd fit in.
But still I can't attain that sense of peace from within.

I've done a lot of mistakes that I'd like to forget...
I tell you - thinking of these only makes me upset!
Somehow I knew that living this life should be better...
Like I should live my life for a purpose much greater!

But just like what happened at the road to Damascus,
Something is stirring inside of me that made me muse...
About life, about love, about God and other things -
Something more to this life and what it hopes to bring!

Hope this made you muse as well :)