The Bully

He was so much bigger, and so much stronger
I was small and scrawny
Light as a feather and of sleight build
And he was quite brawny

For some unknown reason this kid didn't like me
He let me know every chance he got
By punching me in the face and stomach
And often by taking a cheap shot

In the projects he was a known bully
I was his favorite target, I guess
As much as I tried to avoid him
I could not, oh what stress! 

I grew up, got out of the projects
Went to college, then to law school
Practiced law not far from home
I always thought that was so cool

One day in front of my office
A man walked up to me
Asking if I could help him out
And, to my surprise, who did I see?

It was the bully, with a disheveled appearance
He recognized me, saw my name on the front door
I gave him a few dollars, and he walked away
I felt badly for him, not scared as before