AIN’T THAT SOME SHIT, a Poetry Series by Xmastime

I watched from yards away on the sidewalk
A 2 year-old boy running, running, running,
Away from his mother and towards
His old, weathered grandfather
Who was waiting for him with outstretched arms,

Big smile
But it wasn't his grandfather after all
And the kid ran right by the outstretched arms
And into the street
Where he immediately got run over by a car.

THE END