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
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006
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