he loved his mother earnestly

he bathed her every night

he cared for her  within his span

Which seemingly was slight

beaten up by vagabonds

he thought the world was Filled

with lots of crazy people

and that blood was   Being spilled

as true as a little apples grew

it is of course much  more are now

unhappy with his  actual face

a clown a permanent smile

was how

though many many souls seem sad

and insensitive  to the crowd

he always wanted to perform

as such he was very proud

he met a neighbour in the lift

a source of some black comedy

he called on her

from time to time

and followed her, remarkably

on a bus he caught the eye

of a little girl

though the mother high

on ignorance and crassness she

saw him as a nuisance

exhibiting pure nullity

a sadness, he  misunderstood

by everyone

oblivion for him he could

not operate in this savage scene

a fictitious style some thought was mean

but far from it a complex soul

who sadly could easily lose control.









About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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