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Looks Can Forever Be Deciveing
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Looks Can Forever Be Deciveing |
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RevengeIsMine Senior Member
since 2006-07-08
Posts 820Australia 
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A grey old man lives just near us His house just outside from where I catch the bus Everybody hates him; they say that he is wicked My friends tell me he watches us, even when we are in bed. You never seem to worry about what we feel As long as we don’t bother you, you promise you won’t as well We grip to those memories, sad but true As a short old man helps paint your house blue. You’ve lived here now for 67 years You have raised your kids and dried their tears I’ve seen you smile across at me But you quickly turn so that I can’t see You never venture from your home You just sit in the rocking chair with no tendencies to roam Everyone thinks bad thoughts of you And until today I did too A small girl was grabbed by a man in black You raced from your rocking chair whilst she fought back You belted him with your walking cane Your frail bones fought him off, as the girl ran free through the rain. You thought you had won; he was lying on the ground, But as you walked off, he stood looking proud He pulled a gun from his blue vest He cocked it and pulled the trigger with zest. I ran to your side at an instant Blood pouring from the wound, that wasn’t noticeable from a distance I searched for a pulse, it was faint but still their As you raised your head and replied “Thank god you’re here” I smiled at you for the very first time And I saw your beauty the same way you saw mine I sang you a lullaby as you slowly let life float away “Thankyou, My sweet dear”, your kindness I will repay Tears fell from my face and bathed your skin You were slowly dying and it hurt me within Today I learnt a lesson in life, You will never truly realise the courage from a strange man until he is in strife Looks can be deceiving And someone’s spirit can be forever missing reason |
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william foos Member
since 2006-09-13
Posts 77schenectady,new york,usa |
This was a powerful poem It reminds me of Mrs McNalley Who had her house burned While she slept She once was nice to all the kids And I know they will rot in hell Just for that deed alone Keep doing well Love the papa i see what i write and write what i see |
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Becky Mangrum Member
since 2006-10-18
Posts 56 |
That brought tears to my eyes and gave me goose bumps too. Beautiful just beautiful. I love it. |
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