William P. Harris Sr. Poet Rhyme

Bully

I've seemed to have grown old. 
That's what I'm told. 
Always have I been tough.
,maybe at times rough.
Last few months of my life. 
Strife.  
Being pushed around. 
But I refused to make a sound. 
Refused to bow.
I really don't know how..
Everyday 
I tried to stay out of his way.
Who could I tell.
I'd just say I fell.
Hated to go out. 
I knew he'd shout.
A young man is he. 
And I'm just me. 
Nobody could see.
What could I say.
I'm told to walk the another way.
Seemed no one would believe.
Made my heart grieve.
Waiting for me in my yard.
Harassing me so hard.
Getting were I could take no more. 
Couldn't even leave my door..
 I didn't wish to appear weak. 
But it was me he would seek. 
How horrible he would speak. 
Please set me free.
Just let me be. 
I am done.
You won. 
Then a shadow walks by.
I could almost cry. 
There stood my son.
And for once I won.
 He layed him out. 
Hope to shout. 
For so long.
This man has done me wrong. 
I don't like to fight. 
My son made everything right.

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