He Now Is
The man with the weathered face,
I know him best.
The man with the tattered coat,
I know him best.
He was once a smiling boy,
With a heart of gold,
who cared for the world.
He was once the handsome man,
Who fell in love,
With a woman he couldn't have.
He is now the smiling stranger,
Who sits in his corner,
And protects you all while you sleep.
He now is.
the person you all ignore.
A/N I really like the idea of telling an idea in poetry. I think I might write another two or three chapters. I hope you guys all like it. I am having a bunch of fun! I don't know how many of you like poetry…I consider it a story, but I hope you like it!