Monday, April 4, 2016
Old Sun
Old sun came up again today.
just thinkin:
worked hard all your life
little deductions week after week
all those years
do-dropping deductions into invisible
somewhere account
social security in the sky
stealthy NewDeal squirrels
stored and hoard
funds
that Lyndon extended.
lived through the sixties twice
I heard the drummer say, laughing
and don't trust anyone under thirty
then one day you have bright morning
in America
no go to work
what it all about Alfie
the croupier wheels
roulette deals.
65!
ain't no jive
now what
say what?
401k and IRA
but me wear no fancy pants jeans no mo
an ne'er been to belfast
never lived life in the fast lane
til now
now that I'm too slow
to know
how it all happened.
We'll just hop on our horses
waiting for Roy
Rogers and Dale Evans
to ride into heaven
they still ride horses
don't they?
It's bright up there.
Glass half-Full
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