Poem 7 “In Our Neighborhood” – Ballad, Local, Assonance

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In our neighborhood, there’s a man who’s old; He is a very handy handyman, with a heart of gold.

I have a dog named Jack, who barks at everyone, but not at this old man, who has a heart of gold.

He sweeps our sidewalk clean, he keeps our grass green,  all these he did and more  without being told.

He fixed my son’s brakes, he hang our punching bag, he shaved my Titleist driver’s face; how bold!

He tore our carpet up and laid a wooden floor, he fixed our kitchen well;  my wife said, “I’m sold.”

One day, my sprinklers broke, and ruined his darling wife’s room. I cried and cried and cried, till my heart broke.

I wanted to pay for the damage,  but he refused to let me pay, for he has a heart of gold.

A story has to be told of this handyman who’s old and  wears a heart of gold.

I wish in all neighborhoods, there will be more men like him, who’ll have hearts of gold, till they become old.

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