I see an old man dashing past me
Down a busy street.
Carrying his walking frame,
Shouting things that should be beeped.
What is he chasing after?
Why does he curse and swear?
Everybody wonders too.
They stop their work and stare.
I saw this scene when I was in the market at my old house with my parents. I was a little girl. The funniest part was how he carried his walking frame and ran.
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