Daver Austin Poet Tanka

Old Dreams

OLD DREAMS

it’s nothing fancy
just an old two-story home –
unfinished basement
plastic siding over wood
on high ground against a flood

and the neighborhood?
hey! It’s about just plain folks
folks living just plain –
no doctors, bankers, lawyers
nope! we’re wood-cutters, sawyers

this is where i live
oh i could do much better
this i tell myself
trying to set self above
giving my old butt a shove

talk about old age
talk about one being stuck
talk about old dreams
nope! this common crowd will do
sorry for the lonely few

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Joe Maverick February 1, 2013 at 3:34 PM You dispense in such an easy flow, of the greatness found in the general populace and their daily life quality Daver. I can't think of better folk to write on than the everyday hero's you throw a light on here.." Joe Maverick February 8, 2013 at 2:26 PM I must ask your pardon Daver; I must have written to James Foulks in the early hours and I got confused.. 'Cos I know you aint really a James L O L)) take care Joe..) Daver Austin February 5, 2013 at 3:18 PM Who the hell is James? Love, daver

Charmaine Chircop January 30, 2013 at 9:13 AM I love nothing better than the common humble crowd..lovely..Charma

Anne-Lise Andresen January 27, 2013 at 11:37 AM That is life ..... that's life ... not pleasant to be "old."....:) - Have a nice Sunday. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)