Very First Day

I knew this foolish man
Who attempted a foolish thing
He wasn’t looking for praise
Tho’ a few angels could sing
He walked up and down the street
And was picking up trash and litter
Where in the morn the children would walk
With their Mother or that day’s sitter
An honest man’s heart might break
As the rest mostly just turned away
You see tomorrow began the school year
And tomorrow was the very first day
So there was this foolish man
Who wasn’t much of a go-getter
He just wanted the kid’s walk, to their very first day of school,
To be just that much a little bit better


About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on August 26, 2012, in Poem and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Lillian Fedoroff

    That was great Daddy! I loved the poem completely! It was amazing, as all of your writings are! Keep it up, for I love you,

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