Wait Until Tomorrow

I think this was the third or fourth poem I ever wrote. I wanted to try and create a structure that was somewhat loose, but still recognizable, with a small, faint rhyme scheme. I wasn't overly successful in that regard, but it was something.


Today,
As I walk down the street
I see a small man
he jumps out of an alley
into an old man
coming his way

the small man yells
grabs and then kicks
taking the old man’s things
and jumps into an alley
running away

I see this and stare
breathless and still
not my business I say
So I keep on
Going my way

The Next Day,
As I walk down the street
I see a small man
he jumps out of an alley
into a young woman
coming his way

the small man leers
runs his hand down her body
taking her things
and jumps into an alley
running away

I see this and stare
brooding and still
but it is not my business
so I keep on
going my way

The Next Day,
As I walk down the street
I see a small man
he jumps out of an alley
and into a child
coming his way

the small man shouts
knocks the child to the ground
takes the child’s things
and jumps into an alley
running away

I see this and stare
hesitant and guilty
but it’s not my business
so I keep on
going my way

The Next Day,
As I walk down the street
The small man sees me
as I run into his alley
after that man
going his way

I scream and I hit
the small man cries
I have ruined his things
remorseful I go
running away

I was wrong I know
I’ll say sorry, repay him
and he will have learned
we will become friends I know
the very next day

The Next Day
As I walk down the street
I see a small man
he jumps out of an alley
and into a woman
coming his way