By Gregory Hampton
One day I saw a man I thought I’d never see
He was cursing with the smell of marijuana coming from his mouth
And the way he talked you could tell he was from the south
Just standing there staring at me
I didn’t know what to say or do
I looked in his eyes as I could see tears
He says “I’ve finally caught you after all these years”
I looked around and there was no where to run too
Now I tried to take precaution
Yet this man was of great size
As he neared closer and closer to me
My head grew nauseous
Because I then realized
This man I’m afraid of is the old me
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Author:
G-Trebble (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It’s just something I thought of when I stared getting old habits I thought I got rid of.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
That 'old me' doesn't necessarily need to be scary, you can change your life now you are aware of it and not become the 'old me' of the past.
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