To be honest I am having a difficult time learning about the foot and meter and iambic or whatever. Please forgive me for wasting your time with this poem, which is probably wrong.
A Man Walks Free
By Lisa Noe
He was lost and all alone,
His enemies all around him.
Hung his head while he roamed,
Through the streets on a whim.
From no where came a truck,
It hit him and knocked him far away.
Crawling towards his home realizing he had no luck.
His wife saw him bleeding from the mouth and she prayed.
The driver of the truck floor boarded and got away,
There is really no more that I can say, it was a dark depressing day.
four time Quill winner
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