Mad old man

[sanket]

One evening walking down a street,
saw a old man down a tree.
Everbody said he was mad,
but i knew he was sad.
Sad because of his children,
for whom he work so hard.
Sad because of his relative,
on whom he used to belive.
Sad because of his neghbiour,
on whom he used to relie.
Everbody loved him,
because he was rich.
Everbobdy respected him,
because he was rich.
Now they neglect him,
because he is poor.
Now they laugh at him,
because he is poor.
They are the reason for his madness.
They are the reason for his sadness.

[Elisha]

Great poem. I especially like the last two lines.

[RiotGirl]

wow, just call me dixlexia girl. . . . I thought the last line said "because of his gladness" and I'm thinking, that really doesn't make sense. <--roll eyes at silly Riot. Anyway, what sparked the flame for this piece of work?