The Neighborhood
These are the people in my neighborhood. They're all a bit strange as no one acts as they should.
There's the man who constantly washes his cars.
This he does this at night under the light of the stars.
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These are the people in my neighborhood. They're all a bit strange as no one acts as they should.
There's the man who constantly washes his cars.
This he does this at night under the light of the stars.
As I look back to when I was but a boy,
I'd have to say a cardboard box was my favorite toy.
There were no action figures in this day,
I reached out for your hand today,
only to realize you are so very far away.
I want to hug you,
There's a simple beauty to the falling rain.
The same kind of beauty you find in a child's smile or a flower covered hillside terrain.
The sound of the rain falling on the roof above
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The butterfly is a thing to behold,
with colors more beautiful than gold.
Flying hour by hour,
You are so right!! I live in the country, where nature is so obvious around us. We need to take time to smell the roses. It's a beautiful feeling.
Sometimes we have to grow up before we are ready, but it is something that can make us strong as we go through life. You have said it well in your poem.
I can empathize with the author. Life isn't always easy. Sometimes life throws things at us from all directions at one time until we wilt into a ball and shut ourselves away from the world. Our friends become vials of pills and bottles of liquor and we spiral out of control.