As I Was Walking Down the Street
As I was walking down the street
there was a man I didn’t meet
because he wasn’t there to see
and so, he didn’t notice me.
If he were there, I might have said,
“Your hat goes nicely with your head,”
then smiled and went upon my way,
except he wasn’t there that day.
That’s why I never said, “Hello,”
or shook his hand or watched him go.
I’m pretty sure he didn’t care
because I also wasn’t there.
— Kenn Nesbitt
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Reading Level: Grade 4
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