Errol Young Poet Free verse

Walking the Dog

I am an old man walking alone on the street.
Who wants to see me, smile at me, talk to me.
No one.
Because, I am just an old man alone walking on the street.

Then we got the dog.
A beautiful lively sweet dog.

I am an old man walking a dog on the street.
People see us, smile at us, talk to us.
A man with a big dog calls out from across the busy street wanting to meet her and talk.
Beautiful young women want to pat her, give her a treat. “Isn’t she cute, what’s her name? How old is she?”

I am an old man walking a dog on the street.

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