 children's poem
What do you think of my children's poem?
Under the sky, on the ground in a park, lies a man, with a watch, and a dog he calls Scotch.
The man is not special, not washed, and not kind, and many would say he is not very refined.
The watch is not shiny, not nice and not new, and it needs to be held together by a big piece of glue.
The dog is not clean, not young and not cut, people might laugh and call the dog “mutt”.
Others do walk with their heads held up high, a quick glance at the group, and they let out a sigh.
You can say that the three have seen better days, but believe or not, they were once worthy of praise.
10 years to the day, they were here in this spot, the man, and the watch, and the dog he called Scotch.
The man was washed, the dog was new, and the watch wasn’t held together by a big piece of glue.
Others walked by then, in much the same way, except it was different 10 years to the day. They looked, not glanced and smiled, not sighed. They liked the man, the watch and the dog.
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