I'm the neighbor
that everyone keeps
talkin' bout,
but no one wants
to know;
the one your good book
tells you,
you're supposed to love;
I don't mean no harm,
nor do I try to
cause trouble;
I lurk in the shadows
sometimes;
mostly,
I just keep to myself.
But,
if you allow me,
I can be a good friend;
maybe even,
come to your rescue
when the timing's right;
for if I've learned anything
in all my years,
is that we're all
lurking in the shadows,
waiting to be recognized,
waiting to be rescued.
© 2013 Joseph Powell
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