Tom Wright Poet Lyric

30 Rolls of Quarters

30 Rolls of Quarters
Miracle Man
1/6/2021

This Pandemic hasn’t been a great morale booster,
but no hill for this stepper for I’m somewhat a loner.
Some days are as hard as “putting socks on a rooster,”
 and my parts are all worn out so I can’t be a donor.

The thing about aging is each day’s a discovery,
I’m always finding things I’ve hidden from Ern. 
Only later to stagger on them and make a recovery,
My sweetie says I act like we’ve money to burn.

Today I uncovered a previously hidden stash,
which can’t be spent without parental consent,
We’re gifting these rolled quarters, to Daisy & Cash.
now they’ll never be entirely broke, just seriously bent.

This is what this pandemic has done to me. ha
When Ern’s in a “horn tossing mood” 
I practice social distancing.
Because “She could start a fight in an empty house”
and she says “he will argue with a wooden Indian”
and is “so narrow minded he can look through a keyhole with both eyes.”
I think I’m “tougher than stewed skunk”
but Ern says I’m “all hat and no cattle”
I’m always accusing her of being tight, 
but she says, ”she has short arms and deep pockets.”
but we both know it’s “almost time to put the chairs in the wagon”
but until God calls, “as long as I’ve got a biscuit, she’s got half.”
Tom

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