He treads the boards a’ plenty,
To cause such a fuss,
His friends from one to twenty,
Through acts of play and puss.
Confusion and mirth is key,
In his actions of the day,
But he can’t live in his revelry,
With his laugh in disarray.
So with his thoughts so refuted,
He finds his certain zone,
That such a conduct that is polluted,
He must remain alone.
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was written on the same park bench that was vandalised by a well known delinquent. Two days after the vandalising, I returned to the bench and wrote this as a simple reflection of common and social sense and stating the fact that some of us have yet to obtain it. He was later arrested and given a court order. Hope you enjoy.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Great write
good write with clever rhyme. ww
This is a very good well written poem.
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