The half-lit street

My first English poem :
Yesterday, it was Saturday 28th of October 2006, I wrote my first English poem. I hope it will have some standard, and it is only the beginning. Here it is :


The half-lit street

In the half-lit street, a small man walks prudently
Not misanthropic, not shy but he is a fearful guy
Shunning faces, avoiding eyes as civility implies
Yet piercing eyes invade him and his heart cries

In the half-lit street, the small man walks lonely
Not psychopath, not mad but he is a thoughtful guy
Preferring quietness, loving flowers and butterflies
Yet he is not fitting in his existence so he sadly sighs

In the half-lit street, the small man walks silently
Not snob, not brewing evil but he is a wise guy
Analyzing his bad deeds and mistakes that everybody denies
Yet he knows that he is weak and poor so he tells white lies

In the half-lit street, the small man walks lightly
Not defying gravity, not slimming but he is a modest guy
Asking why some play rough but are really weaker than flies
Yet he endeavors to struggle and pulls himself from the plies

In the half-lit street, the small man walks expectantly
Not lazy, not complacent but he is a perplexed guy
Welcoming any humane move and tend to bolster ties
Yet he stumbles, gets cuts but soon the oozing wound dries

In the half-lit street, the small man walks happily
Not crazy, nor lunatic but he is an optimistic guy
Growing older, partially rejected but he fiercely tries
Yet he is wondering will life smile to him before he dies

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