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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420185" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Survivor Guilt</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’d worked the previous night, the tenth, <br>programing applications.<br>When the alarm went off at four A.M.<br>I hit snooze- no hesitation.<br>Eventually my feet found floor, <br>I stumbled to the shower.<br>A routine usually done in ten<br>took me a half an hour.<br>I was running up the platform steps<br>but my train just left the station.<br>Great, I will be late for sure, <br>I thought, in consternation.<br>At least the day was perfect, <br>Warm and clear, no threat of rain.<br>I fished and found my monthly<br>and took the next westbound train.<br>The ”E” was fairly crowded<br>When I boarded it at Penn<br>I’d missed the first and I was glad<br>Another quickly came.<br>Beneath the streets of Gotham<br>The subway lurched downtown.<br>Above all hell was breaking loose<br>as two large planes were down.<br>I climbed the stairs up to the street<br>And entered the inferno<br>The sky now black from billowing smoke<br>Bright day turning nocturnal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Seven thirty Seven’s wheel-<br> I heard a woman screaming<br>I saw a body at my feet<br>Were we at war or was I dreaming? <br>I stared up at the place I’d left-<br>where I worked the night before.<br>Where flames and smoke leapt to the sky-<br>where my co workers were no more.<br>They’re jumping, someone shouted<br> I saw black specks launch from on high.<br>Better to die on the street<br>Than to suffocate or fry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I turn and ran, I am ashamed.<br>No Hero’s tale to tell.<br>I was a safe way away<br>when the first tower fell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Had I not hit the button<br>or dawdled in the shower.<br>Had I caught my usual train<br>I’d be dead in the tower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is my shame and burden<br>To live when others died.<br>Preserved by fate and circumstance<br>From terror from the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q>
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When the alarm went off at four A.M.
I hit snooze- no hesitation.
Eventually my feet found floor, 
I stumbled to the shower.
A routine usually done in ten
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