Everyone walks on in a world of fear,

Often, I had thought about life in my youth

And this is how my story poem goes,


Dreams came to me at a very young age

When life wasn’t so great;

The young and the old stood very bold

In a world, very cold,


secret is always being made

oddness in the eyes of the evil ones,

Fears are always near every time

Dark Angel appears,


they would cry out very loud like

they were in so much pain,

I never understood what was this

all the fuss about,


Fear is always near

when Dark Angel Appears,

so, don’t go to sleep they would say

back in those days when kids use to play.


Poetic Judy Emery © 1980


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