Look around
          Near the bend
              He waits for you
                  He may be a thief
                       Or a robber at the most .


Never a Ripper or of the other kind
   Who trump you round the bend
    To no recognition ,Unless you are
    Self stained of weather and doom.
 

Learn to think of you and me ,not
As   simple products of market
But the ones of past,now and to come again,
In avenues of like and love,hate and scorn.

 But we go on to eternity..
Through sidewalks of love
To the shades of future
In to the round about darkness.


i submit this for readers....expect comments..