I remember when I was a child
Someone knocked on the door
I answered it and there was
An unremarkable man standing There who asked me where my
Father was - He wasn't home
After the man left my mom
Came downstairs and was Extremely upset that I had Opened the door for
A stranger, I asked her how to
Tell the difference between
A bad man and a good man
I figured they must wear
Different color clothes
*Kid Logic*
We got a security system after That and I never found out who The man was or why he wanted
To talk to my dad - it's funny how A small event like that
Sticks with me 20 years later
I think it must be the lack of Resolution
That makes someone otherwise
Unremarkable
Something that I still
Remember
Haiku #57766, by dvd of the mid-1990's
December 11, 2017 1:01 pm ET