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The Old Man on The Porch


Old man sits on his porch
Rocking at sunset
And again at sunrise

Makes me wonder if he’s ever slept
Or ever dreamed
Of life beyond

That time-worn porch
Faded blue-grey paint
And sagging handrails

Grizzled blue-jeaned geezer
Budweiser in hand
Lucky Strike in the other

The scenes he has seen
Of life tumbling past
Season over season

That rusty graybeard
In a rickety rocker
Soaking up the sights

He’s been there for eons
Knows all the ghosts
Heard all the gossip

Yet he keeps on a-rockin’
Creaking floorboards music
Memories his company

It’s not what he’s seen
Or ever heard
It’s what he teaches in his eyes

Learn his lessons deep
Take life’s journeys
Past the front porch steps