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By the light of a window sits an old man, his pennies he does count. His hair is gray, his eyes are old, and there’s little in his bank account. He has lived his life by the book of what is good, kind and just. He had some fun when he was young, was a man you could trust. He’s done all the things you have, he worked his whole life thru. And now he sits, by the window of life, wondering what he will do. As his health went away, his life went away, he never doubted it would. He saved and was frugal his whole life long, he did the best he could. But the way of money is often misunderstood, and it often slips away. Now he wonders how he will keep all those predators at bay. The economy went bad; his job went away, his medical insurance, too. He’d already been sick, medicines were high, and he lost his house to boot. The new medical insurance is high, so much he can’t afford any treats. Air conditioning’s a dream, heat may be soon, but he’s not on the streets. Now in an apartment he will rest his head, and sparingly he does eat. Gloom and doom are not his way, so a new life he will greet. He can’t write, he shakes too much, but with a computer he gets it done. He has trouble traveling. Finding work is hard. None his way will come. His mind’s not sharp, but he’s seen so much, he’ll find a way to get along. And he still has a passion for words, the world, and of course for song. So with that in mind, as a poet he was born. And as a poet, he has grown. He’ll never be Shakespeare, Milton, or Poe…but a poet all his own. From his work, great poems will come, as his foundation is solid as stone. He’ll write about people and places, and in time his light will be shone. Some poems will be up, and others down, and a few of dreams he knew. His thoughts and work gave him a passion for life, to which he will be true. So tell a friend, and buy his book, have them use it in their school. It’s the history of people, places, and things, a beautiful history jewel. His life went to dust but now thrives, and he’ll gladly continue to work. The rest of his life he’ll be a great poet, it’s a responsibility he’ll never shirk. In his poems, his hope, bright soul, and heart will continue to shine. It’s something that again calls to his heart, that he can say is truly mine. Impress Me4 Epic Carol Eastman Written 2009... for all poets...
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