Footprints In The Sand Poem by Shaun Cronick

When you saw only one set of footprints,
That was when I ditched you.
And ran away.
Ran as fast I could.
Left you stranded on the sand if you like.
Simply looking after number one.
Me! Me! Me! Me! Me!
Survival of the fittest.
Why?
You ask yourself.
You and your broken legs and head wound.
Because you weigh a bloody ton!
What the hell have you been eating? ...
McDonalds, Chinese take-aways, pork pies, chocolate,
Fizzy drinks, cake, countless sweets and pizza.
I'm surprised I carried you this far.
Good I see a little spark coming back in your eyes.
Anyway, I came back to give you the good news.
Made it back to our camp.
And made a call before the battery ran out.
There's a chopper on it's way to help.
Help you that is.
It's one of those twin-rotor beasties.
A heavy lifter that carries big blocks,
To stop rivers from bursting their banks.
But looking at you.
Maybe I should have asked for two.
Anyway, it should be here soon.
We'll just wait and see.
Tell me...
Did you really think I would leave you?
And never come back...