Great Day Poem by Manonton Dalan

Great Day



i sit by an old man
listening to stories
they came to shake
his wrinkled hand
so did i, i'm young
called me brother

young lady came
i stand up to great
she hugs me tight
asked ' how am i? '
'i'm fine sitting here'
'see you later dad'

Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: brother,dad
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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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