Dadgum It Boy
grandpa use to sit in his rockin chair
I'd climb in his lap
both started to nod off
so we took a nap
he'd let me play in his bread
offend time he'll wake up
snorting, coughing, and showing
spitting hailing hands waving
jumping up out of his seat
screaming hollering what's this
He'd jump up
and he would say yell
Dadgum it boy
whaz ya dun did now
My grandpa seemingly
would have a cow
He'd said
Dadgum it boy
Later on that day I seen him out in the yard
With a shovel in his hands
Appears he was diggin a hole
I had laid my rake down
And as grandpa turned around
He took a few steps
And stepped on the head of that rake
as that pole of the rake hit him in the face... he said
he would say yell
Dadgum it boy
whaz ya dun did now
My grandpa seemingly
would have a cow
He'd said
Dadgum it boy
ya, can't do nothin right
git right over there and sit down, don't move a muscle
Dadgum it
10/11/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
10th ANNUAL
INTERGENERATIONAL POETRY CONTEST
University of Nebraska Omaha
COLLEGE OF PUBLIC AFFAIRS AND COMMUNITY SERVICE
DEPARTMENT OF GERONTOLOGY
Poetry to Bridge Generations. Poetry is the voice of the soul
How the world views or how society treats older people.
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