Who Lives down the Street
Who Dies down the Street
By Logan CaseyPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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There was an old lady who lived down the street.
Wouldn't go out, not even to eat.
A white van from the church came to her door
And delivered her meds, food, and more.
My brother and I, we watched from a window.
Our mother said not to bother the old widow.
Stories of her husband only claimed he was dead
Died in his sleep, curled up in bed.
I meet the old Lady, one summer's day.
When my mother and brother were away.
She sat on her porch, withered and old.
I asked about her husband, and this is what she told:
"Everyone dies."
And she did too. Not three days after.
And a months later her house was filled with laughter
Also with toys, and couches and feet.
For two kids and father moved in down the street.
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Logan Casey
I'm just so done right now.
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