And To Think I Saw It On Mulberry Street

Feeling dark and articulate. Recently read a lot of Poe. So I guess I'll call this a...
POE-m(I'm such a loser.)

I met a little boy this morning
walking through the park this spring
as he played he looked so carefree
happy as any child should be
climbing trees just like a monkey
dreaming of racing in the grand prix
An old man sat on a bench not far
Some information he did not bar
"He will not want to drive a race car
when he falls and gets his scar."
Mostly I remember his finger
Looked like the index of the grim reaper

I had lunch with a friend of mine
eating in while it was hot outside
he takes care of his work daily
mature as all adults should be
carrying out responsibility
analyzing every degree
The old man sat at a table not far
Placed his icy hand on my shoulder
"He will love to drive his sports car
when he is close to being a beggar."
Mostly I remember the man's finger
Grippingly cold like the grim reaper

I talked with my father in the evening
remembering the lovely springs
He looked in his place to me
settled as old men should be
worried of senility
only to some degree
The old man came from my father
taking away, guilt no bother
"He was taken out of hunger
for it grows forever larger."
Mostly I remember the man's finger
Felt like the touch of the grim reaper