I’m just an old fart,
clinging to the winds of time ...
Everyone who said
I was leaving away first
are dead and gone
I’m an old geezer,
stale air breather still hanging on ...
but it gets lonely being right,
especially at night
I’m the old curmudgeon they say,
whose creaking up the stairs of time
My words, others never no mind pay:
decrepancy they say oughta be a crime
Sonny boy, Suzzy girl —
I’m just an old geezer,
whose fighting everyday to hang on
I’m a reflection of what you will look like
when your mirror fades,
and wrinkled desires wane inside tired bones
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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