The Peanut
The Peanut
The store display boxes were filled to the top
With oranges, cantaloupes peanuts and hops
I wanted a peanut; they really looked great
But I had no money so I dared not partake
I wondered if the store would miss just one nut
if I took one my Grandpa’d sure whip my butt
so I stared at those peanuts piled up nice and neat
and with a sad look on my face, I shuffled my feet
then I got up the nerve to take just one nut
stuffed it in my pocket and walked off quite abrupt
I knew no one saw me I was quick as a flash
When I finally get home, I’ll take out my stash
my grandpa kept on talking, I thought he’d never leave
My heart started racing and it was hard to breath
Then we finally walked out to Grandpa’s Crosley Pick-up
I climbed in the front and we drove home in the truck
"I need to go" I said, when we pulled in the drive
"Then you’d better go quick", he said as I ran inside
I ran to the bathroom it was all part of my scheme
Then I got out the peanut where no one would see
Then the door burst wide open and hit the wall with a thump
He saw me with the peanut and it made my heart jump
Where’d that come from? he asked, my stomach felt sick
I couldn’t face him, I just looked down and then at it
Let’s go he said, and we walked back to the truck
We drove back to the store, my gut felt like yuck
He made me tell the store owner; I had to fess up
So I quaveringly told of the peanut I’d snuck.
He asked my grandpa "Should we call the police?
Grandpa said, "Do whatever you do with a thief"
If you promise never to steel I’ll forgive you this day
I let you stay with your Grandpa and be on your way
So we left the store and went back to the house
though he said not a word; I felt like a louse
The lesson he taught me is still with me today
And that moment of truth will not go away©
SA Lawrence
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Title :: The Peanut
Category :: Poetry
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