Central Park Poem by Lamar Cole

Central Park



On his first trip to New York.
He was told not to be caught in Central Park after dark.
But he didn't take good advice.
Something happened to him that wasn't so nice.
He was hit on the head and all his money was taken.
And there he laid crying and shaking.

Monday, August 27, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: new york,new york city,people
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 28 August 2018

Regret is always at the end....

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Rini shibu 28 August 2018

So sad, always take good advice

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