Category : Poems

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There was a man who lived on our small street
Who was old and tired and lived alone
And would sit on his porch on guard to greet.

People passing by would greet him at his home.
Each one would tell him about his or her day.
To everyone in the neighbor hood he’s known.

The people who came by would wave his way
And give him lots of things to think about,
Which surely did help pass his long, long day,

For this he felt like he was up and out.

© Copyright 2001.09.02 by Jean E. Gorney