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Poetry By: devilrod

jfm98s latest challenge. a doozie
7 words

Submitted:Jul 30, 2008    Reads: 84    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   

Th old man sat idly on the bench

He was definitly CRAZY


Never a touch of remorse or SHAME

Had crept into his brain

Now as he sat there, tapping his FOOT in time

And observing these strange, modern moments

He thought about how he'd LEFT his spot here

And how much of a STRONG-WILLED nature

These children and grandchildren had

Just to get along day by day without cracking up

But he could also remember so many truly GOOD times

With each and every one of these people

He knew what an eccentric and gruff old man he had become

But none the less, all of these wonderful balls of energy and light

Loved him just as he loved them

So serene a feeling was lifting him now

While all these matters slowly evaporated


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