little old lady next door

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never to judge

Submitted: January 06, 2008

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Little Old Lady Next Door

 

 

 

Year of 72 no school, my friends and I trying to find something to do.

We started throwing rocks at the birds in the trees.

Silence all around us when one fell flapping her wings.

Then that scary old lady next door came a running like she has before.

You all should be ashamed, we just ran away.

That scary old lady next door she's got to be around 94.

Mean and cruel as she can be, why is she always watching me?

When I made my way on home, there she was talking to my folks.

My Dad just looked on down at me all of a sudden I’m over his knee.

With a lot of anger inside I cried and cried wishing that old lady would die.

I told my friends I get my revenge, knocking on her windows and door calling her names

She said boy you well be sorry one day.

My momma told me to leave her alone, show some respect for the old.

Now grounded for the summer time oh how I cried she would die.

That scary old lady next door!

A week passed by while doing my chores outside, I said oh no she’s watching me.

As I turned around there she was standing her ground.

Holding a box and said its time for us to set her fee

It was that bird flapping it wings.

So the scary old lady next door didn’t seem so scary any more.

Giving me a hug I to remember being young.

While this was going on mom came out to see

The little old lady said we did set it free.

So she invited me over one day to talk about her little girl days.

That smile on her face her warm embrace, she’s not so scary anymore.

To make up for being mean I’d pick up her mail help her do most anything.

Then on the day of 4th of July I was felling kind of empty inside, I didn’t know why?

I made my way on over to mow her lawn, I knocked and knocked she must be gone.

Something told me to open up the door there she was lying on the floor.

I ran over to tell my mom, she’s on the floor that little old lady next door.

As I waited outside, silence all around me as I watched the ambulance go by.

The little old lady next door head died.

I cried and cried never again wished anyone to die.

I remember her telling me getting old comes with wrinkles and rusty bones.

Always remember keep the good in your heart, GOD will give you a home of his own.

People may have many things that comfort the eyes, but I know now to look inside.

I will always remember the way she looked at me.

Especially when I see a bird flapping her wings.

 

Thank you God Bless

Marty Henry

 Husbandofanangel2001@yahoo.com


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