His eyes were hallowed like a shell
what his final thought was, no one could tell
He was never quite a winner in his hometown
Perhaps thats why he wore out his frown
From when he was younger to late in his age
He never abandoned that real awkward stage
When in life someone starts to bring you down
Most will eventually turn that around
But not in his case, this terribly old man
He was the kind of guy who never had a plan
So after this sap took his great last fall
Nobody had much to say, nope not a thing at all
So can you guess the phrase his peers began to master?
What else other than "I feel bad for that sad, poor, cranky old bastard"
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Poems By A Clueless Girl
PoetryPLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT I NEED FEEDBACK. The first few works in this are old and not some of my best but the farther you go the more of me you explore. So, I hope you enjoy.
