Only The Good Die Young

I was out running

on a recent blustery

windy Capricious Autumn

Afternoon eschewing commas

with my dog Luna

and I was in no hurry

As a young man

whizzed by

In his green metal

rental metal scooter

Luna barked noticing

the man was not

wearing a helmet as

he smoked a cigarette

with a death wish.

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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