Maniac, crazy is the name given too him by a town,
This man with a long beard of gray, coat, and cane.
His house is said to be haunted, dark all around,
Weathered with cobwebs, many creeks, the only sound.
Just a lonely, old man whom at times may cry in the night,
Bitter from a loss, on his own hiding in his home.
Misunderstood, judged as he looks, his own heart and fears,
Just a lonely, old man with a lifetime within himself.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
Love this! Good post!
Thanks so much
On Sat, Nov 21, 2015 at 3:52 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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U are very welcome.
Heartbreaking 😦
I’m sure he has many stories to share from his life that others would love to hear about… if only they gave him a chance.
So … you’ve been looking in my window?