Today I got a smile
from the old man down the street.
His eyes were filled with kindness
as his heart opened to me.
I could see his good intentions
in his face as I stared
and it didn't make me happy
'cause I didn't really care.
My day had been okay, I guess
I didn't have much to tell,
but I passed him in a manner
that said "Hey, go to hell".
And I didn't feel bad
upon my first reflection,
but after the fourth, fifth, sixth time
I thought it over, I regret it.
So I made sure I went back
to his small house down the street,
and I flashed him a smile
with my unforgiving teeth.
And he did exactly what
any cute old man would do,
he showed me his favorite finger
and said, "Hey, fuck you too".
-
Author:
Christina K (
Offline) - Published: November 9th, 2016 17:06
- Comment from author about the poem: This isn't a true story.
- Category: Fable
- Views: 43
- Users favorite of this poem: Mads
Offline)
Comments4
This so well written and hilarious too!! Great job!
Thank you!
Great write
Thanks!
Welcome
GREAT VISUAL POEM ~ In my experience the older Generation ~ in the UK ~ oive back as good a sthey get ! Yours BRIAN ~ HUGS
Don't mess with us old farts. This is so precious.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.