Man Of Change Poem by Ryan McCarthy

Man Of Change



A man sits down in a park
Taking a break from his toil
Listening to the sounds of the lark
Lacing his hands in the soil
He watched the clouds roll by without a sound
And he realized, there was peace to be found
Then he left the park feeling strange
As if he knew he'd make a change

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