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A Rakish Tale

Once the “go to guy”
I linger, ever hopeful
Of a need to fill.
Long for the
Tickle
Of long grass
Crackle
of fallen leaves
Scent
of the garden.
I am older
my handle
slightly splintered
my tines
bent
several missing.
Mocked
by motored newcomers
I wait
knowing 
there are still times
that situations
will call for
The “go to guy”

John G. Lawless
©1/8/2023

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 1/8/2023 7:27:00 PM

Sometimes that vast experience we've all accumulated --- just ain't worth crap anymore, is it?!

Phyllis Babcock

Date: 1/8/2023 10:55:00 AM

Had me smiling as being older the kids still come to the...go to guys..when they need help. When I need help on the computer I go to the the kids they are the ...go to guys. Enjoyed your poem. love phyl

Charles Messina

Date: 1/8/2023 7:13:00 AM

Opportunities don't come that often, but when they do...ya gotta be that "Go-to-guy" Doesn't matter age or weakness...you will be called upon again, Sir John! Well-done! Best wishes in the contest!