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Hard Times

Snows caps on the far hills
it's gonna be a hard one.
I drive to town for some lumber,
check out a new generator
old ones on the fritz.

Folks got some winter gear on already.
At the hardware store
slow minded Jack Hawkins gives me a hard time.
I hand him a list of ammo I'll be needing,
some fishing tackle, tar paper and paint -
put it all on store credit.

On the sidewalk
sheriff Harper gave me a sideways look 
as he drives on by.

Back at the double-wide
there's chores aplenty waiting.
I wish the old lady was still here,
but she died last winter
after a long year of gut ache.
I miss her niggling ways
and the bed needs her warmth.
At the funeral her sister
glared nails at me all through the service;
she ain’t the forgiving kind.

Bolt down a greasy supper
then catch a face in the cracked wall mirror
an old mug with steel gray eyes.

I wish I could find a question 
to ask that feller but I already know 
that I'm just hanging on here
not willing yet to give 
                 one god-damn inch.

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