by James Moody

Running wildly, crazy, blind
Through alley, street and lane
The deed just done, the evil crime
An act of one insane

The moment past, yet lingers still
A throbbing pounding sound
A time’s supply of lasting thrill
Still fears he might be found

Returning to that passion’d night
A fantasy re-known
Old woman in a laundry mat
At work and all alone

Silently he steals inside
Unseen, a shadow’s cloak
Old woman tries the sight to hide
His gaping overcoat

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I am age 67, a retired construction worker., Father of 5., Grandfather of 16, great grandfather of 2., Enjoy reading and writing, mainly poetry., Enjoy music of every kind.

Last updated April 04, 2016