Wasn't There
There was a man.
There was a man,
There was a man,
There was a man who was not there,
He was here before but now he’s no where.
He was here today but gone away.
He wishes he wouldn’t stay.
No color to see no taste to smell,
He is trapped in a personal Hell.
His wife is gone, his kids are gone.
He wishes they would stay.
They were here today but they have gone away.
He lives in a house with pictures on display.
He was half not there, or here or anywhere.
He wishes there was a man,
there was a man,
there was a man.
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Michael_Angelo
I live and work in Canada and I've had a love of poetry and story making since I was a child. With age, I have only taken on more life experience to draw from. I have been and lived in this country from coast to coast.
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