The Man on the Corner

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    The Man on the Corner
    A Man on the Corner,
    He is an American,
    Treated worse than any foreigner.

    What we do not understand,
    The thinking and philosophy,
    Of this man.

    Nor do we care to,
    Ignoring him a policy,
    Kept by me and by you.

    What he might know,
    If we do not ask,
    We will never know,

    Should we ask him,
    What could we,
    Possibly learn from him?

    How could he know,
    Anything at all,
    That I do not know?

    Hmmmm…..I wonder how,
    He came to live,
    Right here, right now.

    An interesting story I bet
    Hmmmm…..I bet it,
    Is a story I will never forget.

    Yes I’ll ask him
    Oh, where is he
    Now, I can never ask him.

    Now I’ve lost my chance
    To ask him, who knows,
    If there’ll ever be another chance?

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    SWesleyMcgranor commented on The Man on the Corner

    12-04-2022

    Watching "American" television they talk to him, or they can go to a Messonic Lodge, or just die.
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    ClearlySays commented on The Man on the Corner

    09-04-2011

    I always wonder if other people wonder about strangers they see walking or on the bus. It's nice to know that they do.. at least some of us.
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    Sx9 commented on The Man on the Corner

    07-21-2011

    sad real sad,and yet we are bring the power,money and greed to the world,where is the love,black eye peas ask,son its in you and me and no one seems to want to share the power,money and love,,
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    mla commented on The Man on the Corner

    04-04-2011

    Your poem reminded me of the feeling that I do not speak quickly enough, but is that for a reason. Thank you. mla
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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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