John Bailey finally had a home.
There was no way he would roam.
He had put his roots down deep.
He could finally rest his feet.
The trip here was not an easy one.
It was heated and it wasn’t fun.
“You’re not moving across the street”
“Quit trying to be so darn discreet.”
His mother was highly upset.
His dad too, lost all respect.
“How will we ever see you again?”
“You might as well be in the pen.”
“Locked up with the key thrown away.”
“We’ll say we knew you back in the day.”
“I will only be across the street!!”
“I can see you by using my feet.”
“Sure, you’re gonna do that all right.”
“You wouldn’t come if there was a fight.”
“A robbery could be going on.”
“Maybe an injury, or just a con.”
“Where will you be to help?”
“Across the street, you little whelp.”
“We knew you would come to no good.”
“Being much stricter with you, we should.”
“Teach you to respect your elders.”
“Not be running off. You could live in the cellar”
“I guess were not good enough for you.”
“All you ever did was fuss and stew.”
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Sometime later his mother fell.
His father couldn’t get her up very well.
His sister said “Call John for help.”
“What!! Call that little whelp!!.”
His sister came over and got John.
Johnran to help his mom.
They were suprised to see him there.
Then they saw that he did care.
Yes, John has laid down roots..
He daily puts on his boots.
Then he walks across the street.
Now things are really sweet.—————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)