There, across the pond, there is a small house, an old man lives there alone, they call him Boo Radley. Nobody rings his doorbell and nobody even walks past his house. He's got this big dog in his yard, it scares the kids away. Once in a while you'll see him standing on his front porch, or looking through his bedroom window. Nobody stares back, nobody wants to. They say he once was a good dancer and even had a girl. Nobody remembers and nobody cares. That he is made of flesh and blood just like theirs. That he once was cradled and kissed, he once was loved and cared for. There is a house, it' sits across from a small pond… Once upon a lifetime ago there was a family and a little child. Time brings with it a lot of changes and false signs of hope. Now there is just an old man there and they call him Boo Radley. #poem #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #poems #writer #spilledink #wordporn #writing #poetryisnotdead #writingcommunity #writerscommunity #lyrics #creativewriting #typewriter #poets #writers #poetsociety #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #poetsofig #writersofig #love #breakuppoems #relationshipsInstagram

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