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This is an original poem in the prologue of my paranormal fiction Book, The Man With the Green Suitcase.

The Man With the Green Suitcase©


Do you see him? Do you see him?
There he is walking down the street
on trembling legs, with a green suitcase.

I wonder what’s inside?
I wonder where he is going?

He’s not walking fast. He’s not walking slow.
He’s just walking. Just walking.

Look at his face, a map of places he’s been.
It tells of the journey to Hell and back.

Back bent from toiling in the sun,
from doing hard work for little or no pay.

Each gray in his hair has a story all its own,
of children that died and loves that were lost.

He’s not walking fast. He’s not walking slow.
He’s just walking. Just walking.

He’s carrying his soul in the green suitcase.
His face filled with sweat. His eyes filled with fire.

He’s waiting to be reborn.
Until then, he’s just walking. Just walking.
Not walking fast, not walking slow.

Just walking. Just walking.

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