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'38 Caddy

On either side
Of a crowded family dinner table 
There are signs of ambition and resentment
Success and failure
Marked by those who pass
The plate
And those who only take.

A lighter than air blimp 
Lazy circles 
High above a City
Of breadlines desperation
As New York struggled 
Through the Great Depression.

Hank was tough
Self reliant and hungry
Eager to impress
He washed
And waxed
His uncle’s car
Calloused hands
Carefully caressing
The sleek curves 
Of a 1938 V16 Caddy.

Catching his reflection
In the chrome grill work
He ignored
The rough lines
In his face
Focusing instead
On the money 
And power behind 
The car.

Wet sponge
Going up and down
The rich’s man car
Sweat pouring down his neck
Pails of water
Clanging an alarm
Under an August sun
Having never owned a car
Was dismayed
When the wax
In the summer heat.

Well dressed
Hands on hips
Uncle was upset
At what he saw
Was wasted time.

The sudsy water
Drained away
Any hopes of 
Hank getting a job 
In his uncle’s firm.

The Depression was a disaster
For some it came sooner
For Uncle it came later
Packing a surprise punch
That was catastrophic
Uncle lost everything.
The house
The fancy parties
And the ‘38 Caddy with dual spare tires mounted on each front
Gone for pennies on the dollar.

Ever resourceful
Hank got a job as a clerk
In the US Patent Office
One day
He realized
Beef and potatoes 
On a modest clerk’s salary 
Tasted better than Uncle’s lavish dinners
The seeds of disappointment
From that summer’s day
Occasionally came back
To remind him what was meant to be 
Thinking of his red faced Uncle
In a starched shirt
On that hot August afternoon
Hank broke into a wide grin
And ordered another plate of beef stew.

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  1. Date: 7/17/2015 6:24:00 PM
    Hi EDMUND.. Your fabulous write is featured this week on the Soup homepage.. Huge congrats and the tip of my hat! -LYRIC

  1. Date: 7/13/2015 12:32:00 AM
    Edmund, Congratulations on having your poem featured this coming week. **SKAT**

    Siejka Avatar Edmund Siejka
    Date: 7/13/2015 10:08:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you so much !!
  1. Date: 9/13/2009 11:18:00 AM
    Thank you for sharing your excellent poetry today Edmund. I have enjoyed reading it. Love, Carol

    Siejka Avatar Edmund Siejka
    Date: 7/13/2015 10:09:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you Carol !!
  1. Date: 9/12/2009 1:29:00 PM
    WONDERFUL story, Edmund. Hank's uncle probably never appreciated what he had until he lost it, while Hank learned to appreciate everything and enjoyed the fruits of his labors. Really love the way you told this story. Truly gripping. Hank reminded me of some of the characters I read about in "The Greatest Generation." That was my late father's generation and there are few people of such calibur remaining now. Thank you for sharing this. Love, Carolyn

    Siejka Avatar Edmund Siejka
    Date: 7/13/2015 10:09:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you Carolyn !!