There was a man
He had a True suit
A big nose
And red eyes to boot
There was a man
And every single day
His manner would change
The color of his suit would too
He was sour
He was mad
His mood bitter
He was having a bad day
So his suit turned gray
Then
He changed
He awoke joyful
Nothing wrong nor amiss
Not a hangover
Just bliss
For that day
His suit was bright yellow with blue
Like a clear day
So
That man
Was awoken early the next day
Just to learn his parents had passed away
So understandably of course
He got the blues
He dragged his shoes
He was slow in every way
Just like glue
So this man
Almost every single day
Whether he was happy
Sad
Or he had lost his way
This man
He wore the truth
No deceit
No fakes
He showed his real face
He wore the true suit
And never took it off
Most everyone should try one on too
:)
For that day
His suit was bright yellow with blue
Like a clear day
So
That man
Was awoken early the next day
Just to learn his parents had passed away
So understandably of course
He got the blues
He dragged his shoes
He was slow in every way
Just like glue
So this man
Almost every single day
Whether he was happy
Sad
Or he had lost his way
This man
He wore the truth
No deceit
No fakes
He showed his real face
He wore the true suit
And never took it off
Most everyone should try one on too
:)
5 comments:
Nice. Good job!!
Very good! I am a huge fan of poems and yours really stood out to me. I also like how you "broke" the poem into little stanzas.
This gives me the impression of sky. Did you write this after stearing at the sky for a while?
Great poem. I like how you used a suit. This sound like it could become a famous poem! Super powerful!
This is a great poem! It was also really deep. It actually had meaning.
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