there is a place
called Dead End Street
where the people are lonely
and drag their feet
but where the grass and darkness meet
lives a man named Old Peter.
Old Peter is 96 years old
with sad dull eyes and skin so cold
with rotten teeth and bones exposed
still, Old Peter walks.
and when the kids come out to play
and morning skies show sunny day
suddenly the skies show murky gloom
because Old Man Peter's best friend is doom.
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SOFTIE
Poésiesure, my heart is fragile, but my mind is strong. sure, I talk quietly, but I will stand for what I think is right. sure, I'm a softie, but there's bravery in being soft.
