My poem - The Near Thing

The Near ThingWE only met for a moment,Beside a lichened wall,In fact, to be perfectly truthful,We didn’t meet at all.The road was a ‘B’, and narrow,The bend was an ‘S’, and smart;I was passing a grocer’s van,You a pony and cart.I may have touched the grocer,It’s hard to be sure, of course.At an aggregate speed of a hundredWe certainly scared the horse.We almost met for a moment,Instead we just