I recently discovered a haiku I wrote back in the 4th grade. I think it's time I share it with the world. The work is open for interpretation...

This morning, a couple of days after a terrorist attack in NYC, I went into Manhattan. I bought some gum and Tylenol from a street vendor. The man behind the counter appeared particularly glum. “How are you doing?” I asked him. He shrugged. “I keep going,” he answered. I said something, I don’t remember what, something about the state of the world and what a hard week it’s been for our city, how it’s always a hard week for some city, and he said to me, “I just don’t understan