Things Poem by Jeremy Peterson

The box makes me cry
The demons feel me lie
Vicious dogs takes it toll
to find the dangerous pole
Negativity carries me
so far I can only see

Positivity is just beyond the road
where there is one, but tiny toad
The man behind the walls
hold flowers for the wife
But this one, but lovely life
is just enough to live
For there is one deed
that I must concede
Listening and Learning was the hard part for me
But caring for you is just enough the see