Man on my street

by Heather   Feb 25, 2007


There's a man on my street who lives all alone,
he's rarely outside and his shades are always pulled.
the truck in his drive is starting to rust,
and what once was a award winning yard is now dust.
It's always dark at night not a light on in the house,
if you watch long enough you can see his shadow.
I don't know his story,
nor will I ask.
He's just another victim of circumstance.

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