Mason D' Maisson Aging

Some times as I sit in a city diner.....people watching I wonder how they can live like this Then I laugh at myself Born and raised in the bomb ruined port of Liverpool With the run of the city from the age of ten As were we all who attended inner city schools I had seen in fact studied the whoring ways Learned to run, learned to stand, learned to live and enjoy it all. From the filth, to the beauty of smoked carved stone None of it compares to the rusticated life on the South Shore Above Cape Cod and its tourists Away from Plymouth’s visitations And Brockton’s citied limitations Where deer can yet be seen browsing on the main road through town And the lake still gives up a largemouth or two to an eager fisherman Where a groundhog munches and enjoys a sunset beside our old Volvo How can they live like that? I finish, tip the waitress, pay, and walk across the street to lay brick Boston’s North End....history to taste.. and another nursing home rising