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Hey Old Man, Slow Down

HEY OLD MAN, SLOW DOWN! There’s no hurry The struggle parade has passed Vain youth is over I have decided at last Those triumphal huzzahs From favored industry’s brass, The shatter and stomp, Are mere crude noises at last Let the world rock on Verbal butchery ignore The cacophony! I’ll listen to such no more There’s no hurry Save heart, veins, ears from the blast, Save my sanity I have decided at last

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Michelle Mac Donald

Date: 1/10/2014 12:12:00 PM

Great piece, Daver.:) Good to shut down on stuff that doesn't touch you, but the fingers that try to grab you. Hoping all's well with you; we are supposed to pull out of the deep freeze. Poor snowmen will momentarily turn into slushmen. Keep well..love, Mikki

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/5/2014 12:35:00 PM

love that last part. Sanity must be the one to save above all!! Good one, my friend.

Joe Maverick

Date: 1/5/2014 2:28:00 AM

Oh very good indeed Daver..' I thought to give you a look in, you have been quite 'noticable' by some sort of measure latley L O L... Anyway wishing you and your wife a good new year and anyone else...take care Joe..'

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 1/4/2014 9:48:00 PM

Daver, no slowing down for you. You know sanity is only a fig of our imaginations... LOL...JK... Love this... The world does rock, and I will keep trying it till I die... xox~ Linda

Chuck Melugin

Date: 1/4/2014 5:13:00 PM

Great work Daver. My I make this my New Year's resolution also! My Best, chuck

Syam Madappattu

Date: 1/4/2014 7:44:00 AM

Simple in it's linear rendering with great depth. I like this very much.Thank you Daver for finding time to go through my 'scribbles'.Realy encouraging...Love..Syam

James Peranteau

Date: 1/3/2014 7:38:00 PM

At 84 dear poet, I feel for you ! At 56, I have the equivalent; of the drums, trumpets and cheers to render the tender which makes the me run, run, run, from its greeting ! *smiles*.....Though, I do have a 10 year old as you know, and must deal with the uncomfortable plunder 'mongst the both mine ears ! May the New year great you though with the friendship I compose 'mongst these words to you dear poet ! Much love, james