The Crash

He tripped and fell with a crash,
his books fell with a smash,
everybody kept walking past,
but I was going to be late to class.

I had two minutes until the bell,
but I was watching him when he fell,
although his books and pencils smelled,
and I might even get expelled.

I hurried over to help him up,
I picked up his pencil cup,
and I helped him to set up,
all his books in a big pileup.

Then he looked me in he eye,
and said thank you for being kind,
to the boy who fell with a crash,
instead of just walking past.