The old manA Poem by hcarsonfrom my linving-room window i see many people passing, and many kinds of rudness. got me thinking of individual stories of each that passThe old man HOBO, they shout shout from across the street, to a ragged old man whose standards, don't meet. He hurts inside and looks to the floor. His feet are dragging more and more, but his pain you see, is not his own, it's for those who are yet, not emotionally grown. Those that speak with no thinking involved, that judge without any knowledge. He keeps on walking 'till he come to a house. he meakly knocks the door. A girl answers, better dressed than he, with no holes in her clothes, socks upon her feet- for all her requirements, he works so hard to meet. DADDY, she yells, as she leaps into his arms. He hugs her close, and his heart begins to mend.
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13 Reviews Added on March 10, 2016 Last Updated on March 10, 2016 Authorhcarsoncardiff, barry, United KingdomAboutI have an interest in writing short stories and poetry in some shape or form apparently since coming here! Being a mother of five means I have no end of inspiration! I'm an animal lover and have an Am.. more..Writing
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