Now, That He's Gone
I didn’t think I would miss him, and I was right.
There are brown spots in the yard where
I scalped it with the lawnmower,
I don’t care, it’s just grass
and it grows to fast anyway.
He would have been sure to point
that out to me if he’d been here.
I can fix that hole in the fence now
that his old dog won’t be coming
through it to beg scraps.
I am not going to miss
that old dog either.
And I sure won’t miss
that bad hair cut he wore for years.
I’m glad I won’t have to laugh
at his poor old worn jokes anymore.
I won’t miss having to show him
how to play dominos, or work
on his old beat-up car, or
fix his worn-out tiller before
we replant that garden in his back yard.
I will miss them tomatoes thou,
now that he’s gone.
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2008
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