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he’s old and mean and he has no
heart
the man down the street
that is
he lives alone
with no company but
his old hollow chest
and when the tweens come rolling
by
on skateboards, bikes, and
scooters
he retreats inside
and ignores
their squeals and screeches
but the mean old
man
he has a story
like every other neighbor
once upon a time
he was a soldier
with friends
a wife
and kids
then the day
came along
when a choice
was made
and he lost his
love forever
so now he sits
alone
in the dark
abandoned by the
world
afraid of loving
of feeling
of knowing
that pain
all over again
and the kids
make fun
on Halloween
of his old “haunted”
house
little do they
know
the only thing
haunted
is himself
so they giggle
and laugh
and dare each
other
to go as far as
they can
up the drive way
up the steps
ring the
doorbell
no one answers
no one answers
the knocks or
the rings
or the police
no one answers
when they
bust down the
door
and they found
him there
with a hole in
his chest
‘cause after all
he had no heart
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