Gary Kraidman Poet Rhyme

Retired

Head bent face down
In dressing gown
He left his house,
A little mouse.
Tuesday was the garbage day,
At home he'd wander
At home he'd stay.
His aging wife chose different ends
Why stay at home,
Go out with friends                                                                                                            The man recalled his days of fame,
Now nothing more than days of shame.
He watched the cothers count the hours,
They talked the past of long lost powers.
Once he dealt with stocks and cash,
Now he dumped the household trash.
She'd be home by eight tonight,
As dusk would fall they'd always fight.
Yet soon for both the pain would end,
His old war gun his greatest friend.

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