The Senior
Many would judge
Jerry an old man,
not accustomed
to the idea of course.
He keeps
old songs in his head,
about new streets,
meeting strangers.
It never quite wore
away from his
belief-hopes in
magic amour carrying him
to new warm shores
and thrills from pretty fingers.
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