An Odd Old Man
He was an odd old man of 43
Looking older and odder than should be
Livin’ alone up on the hill
Nothin’ but chickens for company
He was living off the grid
Had a big log cabin on the property
But he chose to live in tin
Said he built the cabin for a woman he once loved
Since she left it was the place he couldn’t stand to be in
On the land he had a pristine pond
But he used a rusty shower head at the rear of the trailer
When I came he always told of me that he was fond
Once when I visited he let me shoot his guns
And we laughed and told bad jokes all afternoon
He loved his chickens and spending time with friends
And he was often heard howling at his moon
I’d see him around town driving a broke down lookin’ truck
The kind where the doors could fall right off
He’d wave and whistle to ya and yell Good Luck!
But the people in town they would just scoff
Nice old man, kinda lonely I would guess
Staring at that big log cabin every night
Feel sorta bad for him, I must confess
He was an odd old man of 43
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