22nd Old Street

                                                  22nd OLD STREET

                                               

                                                  T'was three at dawn that time i bet,
                                              This damn old memory I still can't forget.
                                           Found myself sitting on a crooked old bench,
                                          Beside an unknown road that seemed so trench.

                                                         I looked up, the sky was clear,
                                                I listened around, only crickets I did hear.
                                                I made a sigh, on the bench about to lean,
                                           With this baffled  mind, "What place have I been?" 

                                             Turning head right, thought I've seen a ghost,
                                              I stood up and found,there's a sign on a post.
                                              I walked towards it with this damn cold feet,
                                              When I came nearer it read, 22nd Old Street.

                                           Startled and pondered, "Alone why I'm here?"
                                                With no one around, I'm in a nowhere.
                                                    I walked right and decided to go,
                                         Tried to tackle this road that this mind don't know.

                                            With my few blind steps, a man did a appear,
                                           With his black old cloak and shaggy white hair.
                                               He's  a few steps away! I trembled with fear
                                               I could not run back, he's drawing so near!

                                                   On his hand, held a long sharp dagger,
                                                    I started to shout, my body did shiver
                                                I cried and begged, so many tears I shed,
                                But the man seemed no mercy, struck his dagger on my head

                                              I opened my eyes, and out loud I did scream,
                                            Looking around I realized, 'twas only a dream.
                                                   No man, no dagger, no 22nd old street, 
                                           Just a piece of nightmare that frightened me a bit.