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The Passing

I
Time has a strange way of passing in each life.
The young man loses his much too quickly
while the old man`s passes eternally slow.
II
He has so few friends left now.
His most faithful, whom he endears,
are Old No. 7 and a 20inch Magnavox.
Both tend to his needs in their own way.
The sour mash eases the aches and pains as
the television provides him with the sounds
of life that passes him by.
III

The armchair is old and shows its years.
Grooves in the cushions and threadbare arms
tell of battles with children and adults alike.
It`s harder than it used to be to be to rise up out
of it. Some say it`s because he`s old. But he tells
them that`s bullshit, gravity is the culprit.
IV

Nearly a century of stories to tell anyone who
will listen. Some true, yet some mere longings.
Once the worry was female company and taxes. But
now he wonders whether anyone will miss him once he`s gone.
But this too fades as he reaches for the glass of elixer and a gnarled
thumb dances across the remote.

V

.....and indeed they do miss him.....

 

© Copyright, 14 Mar 2002, Joseph A. Tulanowski.
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