Old Folks Poem by Lamar Cole
Old Folks
Mr. Barrett was coming out of the gas station.
And a young thug said, what's up old folks.
And Mr. Barrett then said, hello young punk.
The thug then shot Mr. Barrett in the chest.
As he lay dying.
Mr. Barrett thought being called old folks wasn't so bad.
If he wasn't dying, he might have come to like being called old folks.
Monday, September 20, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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