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Family Treasure |
(for JR)
He walked with a plastic hip
arms swung with a new elbow
cowboy hat bent down
leather vest and boots
still hobbled, but faster than the last few times
looks old for his age
hard to understand when he speaks
the sparkle in the eyes
the same
his heart large, warm, the one that helps the junkie,
the old soldier, the man who needs a job
doors swing, he leaves the same way he came in
parking lot promises
eyes sad, but hopeful
dreams of lives gone by
into weakened memories
and tales of the Old West.
copyright 2006
Jack G.
Bowman |
