My Next Door Neighbour Poem by Alexander Joeseph

My Next Door Neighbour



No longer more of me, but something more like me.a gentle man streching, innocent after the tremendous night.gazes serene, the gentle man on the highway, who frets in every little noise.villian thieves have no peace of mind.i am better off, but not best in ways of the other mirrowed in my natural stance.we look alike, my eye twitches, hes, only when a finacial purse is seen.i like him cause hes blunt and truthful.he seperates quarrels first, greets you before hand, he never seethes nor grits, be it a fight, hes own right.yet he loathes me, he scuttles when am near sight.maybe cause he knows i know, by truth i know.and in his church way mind, am just another bad sign, putting head where its not needed, the worst ill luck to his growing business.

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Babatunde Aremu 14 May 2013

Nice theme. However, spell check the poem e.g. Neighbous etc.

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