Dicks
The distance between here and there,
A lifetime measured in klicks;
And I guess to be fair,
I should mention some of the dicks.
For travelled along the way,
On this winding path up and down,
Interspersed I have to say
A few dicks I surely found.
But I ask myself; why go there?
When the dicks I have left behind;
Retirement man, I've got to share,
Nary a dick am I to find.
And maybe that's the best thing of all,
Looking back between here and there;
As old age I forestall,
Not one dick story have I to share.
Copyright © David Maclennan | Year Posted 2016
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